The next morning was another glorious, sunshiny day of perfect Mediterranean weather, soft breezes, blue skies, and even bluer seas.
Your photos are stunning. Nary a cloud in the skies.
Two other large ships joined us which didn’t bode well for touron-free exploring.
Where's a good pirate ship when you need one?
Never fear, Dear Reader, we had a well-thought out escape plan ready to throw into action.
Ah! You
hired a pirate ship!
No?
Obviously, we couldn’t just walk off the ship as entertaining and soggy as that might be.

I had this image in my head of the four of you standing on shore, dripping wet like drowned rats.
The tender ride was uneventful and smooth
A
slight improvement over your last tender ride?
the funicular (Isn’t that the most divine word, ever?! It’s just freaking fun to say; like a disease and mood all in one!!

It is! I wonder what the disease (and mood!) is?
I did send you a PM about it, though.
the poor donkeys that have to haul some really heavy folks up the hill for about 20 times that cost and 10 times the time.
I know my parents rode them when they visited about 40 years ago. They never mentioned any alternative modes of transport to the rim.
Enjoy this short video of the partial ride up.
The best part of that video is the unintended commentary.
Over-protective partner: "He doesn't like heights either... don't look out the window Michael."
Michael: "Why not?"
I am left with the unanswered question if Michael was puzzled at her concern or... passed out.
The streets of the area just above the port where the Funicular dumps its passengers out is a maze of $hitshops where you can find any manner of ceramic crap, cheesy dish towels, bottle openers, fridge magnets, and polyester clothing made in a thousand sweatshops in China.
Sounds... lovely.
not
The streets are narrow with porters trying in vain to haul luggage
Luggage? Are there accommodations up there? That'd be cool!
past the stenosis of human traffic.
Had to look "stenosis" up... Great word to describe it!
Everyone stops without warning to “get that perfect shot” or find that perfect piece of junk to fill their suitcase with giving no regard to who’s behind them
So... you're saying Santorini is
exactly like WDW.
This, Folks, is the place to run away from as fast as you can possibly navigate out of. Which is not fast. At all. (Who am I kidding? I can't run.)
the 4 of us finally did make it to the place we could hail a taxi, and for $40 (as opposed to $40 pp for the ship’s transfer to Oia. This was Expert Move #2)

Definitely an expert move.
You saved $120 which you can now spend on any manner of ceramic crap, cheesy dish towels, bottle openers, fridge magnets, and polyester clothing made in a thousand sweatshops in China.
If you can simply avoid going off the caldera's rim, you are doing great in Santorini. Yeeeehaw!
I'm not sure whether to

or
These two shots alone are amazing. Santorini has been on my bucket list for a long time (about 40 years... when my parents went and described it to me.)
Shots like that just reinforce why I need to go.
I think even for those who, for whatever reason don’t agree with or appreciate the tenets, it would be sad to not at least be able to appreciate the artistry therein and the talent poured into the place- even for the history aspect alone.
Absolutely! I mean... I've been in other buildings where I've not shared the same ideals or viewpoints or what have you of the occupants/architect... but that hasn't prevented me from admiring them.
Beautiful!
Which leads me to Expert Strategy #3- Ditch the Crowd!

I first read that as "Ditch the parents!"
We stopped now and then for “that perfect shot” just like everyone else but, because there were so many doing the same thing, no one got a perfect shot; everyone was reduced to the lowest common denominator.

I dunno... If these are the "lowest common denominator"... I can't even
imagine how jaw-droppingly stunning the better views are!!
It was on this half-hour hike down that I realized I am helplessly lazy and incredibly out of shape. I nearly burst a lung and my thighs burned with the effort of aerobic exercise. Sad, but true. I was sore the next day (and the next)
Uh, oh!
You need to get yourself one of them donkeys.
clearly I’m an imposter. Or only an Expert in some things.
(Not my beautiful daughter.)
There were hardly ANY people down there at all, mostly because cruisers tend to be on the older side and don’t venture out off the beaten path like that much.
Excuse me? This is generalizing! How dare you!?!?
(Yes, I’m generalizing, don’t skewer me.)
Oh. Okay, then. Nevermind. Disregard previous comment.
I bunged up my knee and arm which sported giant bruises for the remainder of the trip all for the sake of a selfie.

And... you didn't post the selfie! Or were you too busy grimacing in pain to get one?
Until then, Merry Christmas Y’all!!
Same to you!