We hiked to Fira. I thought it would be intense but it wasn’t. If I can do it, you can do it—no matter who you are. We passed by cave hotel after cave hotel, with their luxurious pools and luxurious occupants, while we sweated and swotted.
To quote one Aubrey Graham: “We started from the bottom now we here. We started from the bottom now we halfway here.” At least that’s how I thought it went until I looked up the lyrics for this post.
Streets, alleyways, and rooftop terrace galore.
Where Oia is deep blues and crisp whites, Fira is pastel washes. It’s still holiday, but not in a getaway-type like Oia. It’s bigger and busier, ruled by vehicles more than pedestrians. It has those shops where fish nibble the dead skin off your calloused feet. Most importantly, it has a bus that will cart you back to Oia.