The flight was a short 45 minutes and the aerial views of the surrounding island were really neat. On landing we took a bus from the airport to Oia to find our hotel, Anemomilos.
Of course we barely had an address let alone any directions on how to get there. With our packs on our back we roamed the whole town asking shopkeepers for directions. We finally found it. We were soaked in sweat by the time we got to our room. It's a nice place, but too much effort to find.
We changed our clothes and headed out to find some dinner. All the people here are dresses really nice. We felt a little out of element, being so used to the backpacker crows. Women with expensive jewelry, full make up, and blown out hair, wearing brand new flowing colorful gowns purchased in the expensive seaside boutiques. Their men doused in cologne with slicked hair and deep tans. I put on the one dress I brought along that doesn't double as a bathing suit cover up, powdered my nose and Ryan re-pomaded his hair.
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