While the sea at Red Beach and Oia was calm,making me think if there was any impact of the cold winds I could feel in my hair along the caldera,black beach was stubborn - an affirmation that wind plays fury.Like a teen revolting.Like thunderstorms.Like dare you come in front.
So strong were the winds,that the Super Jets and the Jets and the boats were cancelled for the day.But the play remained play.
Local Bus Tip:Catch the bus from Fira Bus Stand to Perissa.Route maps in last blogpost.
The sport ‘surfing' requires big waves to make a splash.This time the waves were bigger than enough and people who could,surf they did.
The cliff alongside the black beach added a contrast to the color black making it all the more appealing.
The ATV’s parked alongside was to have beach fun.It was where I spend some time sitting on the beach,playing with the dogs of the locals,and watching the dogs play by the tide.I felt at ease as if enjoying my downtime by the beach.
But for today,we have got to pause.Because my stories will never end.Let me by then take you to a series of photo essay of the Perissa Black Beach:
So tomorrow I am going to take you to another white village where I ran to catch the last local bus as I lusted for Artichokes Fishes which I had placed to fry.
/*This trip was part funded as a result of win worth Rs 1 lakh from Skyscanner and Blogadda.In that 1 lakh,I chose my stay and flights to Greece,France and Italy and a part of Turkey*/
Let’s see how my journey goes…..