The Red Beach on Santorini is definitely a sight to see, walk along, or camp out for a little while. We drove our motorbike there in the morning and while we agreed, the beach itself isn’t exactly red… The volcanic red rock cliffs behind the beach put it in the running for most impressive beach I’ve ever been on. The water is so blue as well that it really is quite striking to see against the red rocks.
I was crazy about these random doors in the cliffs. So mysterious. I mean, who put them there, and when were they put there? Is there a house behind those doors? A secret passage leading to a magical land? Why wasn’t everyone else taking pictures of the doors and wondering what their purpose was?
We walked the length of the beach. We sat and watched the waves break and people passing by. Andrew rattled off a list of our friends, and then asked me which one I would eat first if the situation became dire. I’m not allowed to divulge who he named. I am allowed to divulge that I opted for one of the dudes, you know, because there’s probably more meat on their bones and maybe we could survive longer. These are the conversations we have after traveling together for as long as we have.
The water was cold. Too cold for me to get in further than my ankles. I had more fun bouncing around on the seaweed on the beach than I did in the water anyway. Some of the beach was sandy, a dark almost black sand like we have on our end of the island on Perissa. Some of the beach had smooth red rocks and when the tide would go far enough out, you could hear this little waterfall of rocks falling back into the sea that was quite beautiful to listen to.
