Well after a frustrating journey we finally got here.

We set of early in the morning to arrive at sodding Gatwick Airport where the idiot security confiscated Old Nick's lighter as a fire hazzard and terrorist threat. After being examined by the shoe police we were ushered into a hall full of inflammable liquid in containers that can be broken into fearsome weapons, that you can buy as much as you like of to take on a plane. Pardon me if that seems a bit loony.

Naturally nothing was open aside from the bottle shop for several hours so we amused ourselves by trying to find the one flight indicator board that actually worked. This was positioned at he top of a flight of stairs so it was soon besieged by people wanting to know where to catch their flights creating what in my opinion was a real health and safety risk while the BAA staff kept right out of the way harassing people for wearing shoes.

The flight to Santorini was on the other hand quite pleasant and we arrived to find it was the hottest day of the year so far. After a quick lunch of Gyro pitta we hit the beach for a couple of hours. All black volcanic sand and friendly dogs who barked at the looky looky men.

After a couple of hours it was time for dinner so we found a reastaurant for meatballs and chips and so onto bed.

We woke to find the Sun streaming in. It was hot, very hot, so beach, gyros a brisk walk then back to the apartments for an ouzo and lemonade in the jacuzzi on our terrace. It don't get much better than that.

Must dash more ouzo beckons.