Santorini Bliss

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It was our war torn livers that were most thankful of our escape from Ios to the scenic Santorini - an island somehow shaped by the biggest recorded volcanic eruption of all time.

Santorini is said to be the most beautiful of the islands, a getaway from fast paced living with postcard perfect views; a romantic retreat where honeymooners hold hands, and sunsets are simply to die for : I ventured to Santorini with, Azz, and Alex the Frenchman.

For the first time in 28 illustrious years, my Birthday was not celebrated with my family in Melbourne - and despite not getting a chance to cut the cake and make a wish, from what I remember (very little) - the boys ensured it was a memorable evening.

Oia, at the far north of the island, lived up to the tourist-talked about sunset. And whilst the unique Black and Red sanded beaches at the southern point of the island were a must see, white sand, as we know, is far nicer to remove from any cracks and crevasses come home time.

With Azz in his element with deep sea cliff diving. And Alex, our equally random Frenchman, providing useful touristic information. Chris, Sammy and I were able to marvel at the bliss that Santorini provided.

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