Just like last time I was here, we hired quad-bikes, and we absolutely screwed them! Every opportunity we got to take them off-road, we did, hahaha! Jared got some great footage of us drifting, doing doughnuts and jumps and just generally being dickheads (much to the disgust of the locals - they don't mind cats in their restaurants but they really don't appreciate tourists tearing up their island ;) When Jared gets done editing the footage of the trip together I'll stick a few snippets up.

The gorgeous Perissa Beach on the southeast coast of Thira. Perissa Beach is bloody long, and is all black sand. The village of Perissa itself is mostly a tourist town and a great night spot, but is only populated during summer.

Clothing optional, but sometimes recommended ;)

It's not just people sunbathing nude. This guy rocked up, removed his shoes and bag, and soaked up the rays ;)

While Perissa is all black sand, further around the coast on the south of the island is Red Beach, and somewhere there's a White Beach as well.

Fira by evening.

Near to where we were staying in Fira is a bar called Two Brothers, so naturally we ended up in there, drinking these fruity cocktails called... Two Brothers.

After we'd had enough of that we stumbled out and stumbled upon three American girls, two of who are currently on a big three-month trip throughout Europe (lucky bastards), and who I subsequently met up with again in Rome a week later when I happened to be back there with Katie - random :)

Something of a debaucherous night followed ;)

The following morning, after enduring me for just over a year, and after taking over 1,000 photos on this trip alone, my little Olympus kicked the bucket. The shot on the left is looking along the main drag through Fira. That black blotch in the lower-right corner is the result of something coming apart inside the lens, after which it would no longer retract, zoom, focus, or anything. Bugger. So I stole Mum's camera for the rest of the trip.

The old port, at the base of the cliffs below Fira. We caught a ferry from here out to the volcanic island in the middle of the caldera.

Zigzagging steps work their way down the cliff face, but the more lazy can ride a mule instead (as I did last time, and felt bad for it).

Some of them however just don't want to play ball. This one was hungry...

This one had other things on its mind...

And this one just couldn't be bothered hahaha!

Nea Kameni is a small uninhabited island covering an area of around three square-kilometres, formed over the past two millennia by repeated eruptions of lava and ash. According to Wikipedia, recent archaeological findings here, along with connected factual findings on the island of Crete, have led some to propose that Santorini may be the fabled "Lost City of Atlantis", hmmm.

Fira, as seen from Nea Kemeni.

From the island's little port you walk up a steep gravel track to the 130-metre-high volcanic crater, which will be the place to be (or not to be) when this thing next blows its top!

Sulphur and steam rise out of the ground along the crater rim. The rocks in the shot on the right are really hot to the touch.

Cheesy though it may be, one of the cliché things to do in Santorini is go see the sunset from Oia (pronounced ee-ah) on the northwest tip of Thira. Oia is a beautiful little village, much less hectic than Fira, and really a must-see! Naturally, it pays to get there in advance to get a good spot amongst the swathes of tourists all ooo'ing and ahh'ing.

And when it's gone those tourists all clap for some reason.

Back to Perissa for some more cocktails before leaving the next morning.