“το ελληνικό νησί των θεών” χαρακτηρίζει την Σαντορίνη το http://www.bbc.com/travel/

Ως “το ελληνικό νησί των θεών” χαρακτηρίζει την Σαντορίνη σε παλαιότερο δημοσίευμά της (12.7.2012) η σελίδα του http://www.bbc.com/travel/

Σύμφωνα με τα όσααναφέρει για την Σαντορίνη,

The view from the boat is always best: this is how adventurers, heroes, pirates and princes have greeted Santorini for close on 7,000 years. The crescent-shaped island – the biggest in a cluster of volcanic remnants – sits in the Mediterranean like an oversized, submerged tiara. Santorini seems so ridiculously fairytale-like, I remember on my virgin voyage here I had to blink twice to check that I hadn’t nodded off on the chugging eight-hour ferry ride from mainland Greece. Titanic walls of rock jut up out of the ocean – a mille-feuille of colour, topped with postcard-perfect white homes: ‘frosting on a devil’s food cake’, as one local baker proudly describes it. Donkeys and mules wind their way up what seems to be a sheer cliff face from the Old Port. They head in the direction of the chink of glasses emanating from a string of cocktail bars dotted 250 metres above the harbour – and all sheltering under an endless sky.

Yet the genesis of this magical place is in truth not the stuff of fairytales – more of nightmares. By rights, Santorini and its neighbours should not exist. This mini-archipelago is one massive volcano that has blown sky-high dozens of times in the last two million years; what’s left above water is the volcano’s caldera and beautiful seismic waste. Each time this angry paradise erupts, it spawns legends and history, along with a fantastical geological playground; Santorini is a thing of fragile beauty with a changeling’s heart.

For me, the island’s strange charm stems not from the hedonism on offer – and there is plenty of that, with an infinite number of infinity pools, foot massages in thermal springs and black beaches to bask on – but from its ghosts. Santorini is the name that the island took in medieval times, but it was known to the Ancient Greeks as Thera, and before that simply as Kalliste (‘most beautiful’), because this was once home to what has to be one of the most extraordinary civilisations on Earth.

The traces of the inhabitants of this lost world are all around if you know where to look. Scramble through abandoned pumice quarries near the ancient site of Akrotiri to find their stone field-walls, or meet them face-to-face on the gorgeous wall paintings in the Museum of Prehistoric Thera in the capital, Fira. In the Bronze Age, more than 3,500 years ago, these men and women were the backbone of a luxury-loving egalitarian culture. On the walls of the museum, they relive their distant lives in colours so vivid they could have been painted yesterday. Life on a volcano would have been tough, with little fresh water. Isolation was a certainty. And yet the Bronze Age Therans exploited their strategic position midway between three continents – Europe, Asia and Africa – and reached out to the world around them.

On the painted walls which remain, preserved in museums in Santorini and in Athens, they sail to lion-filled lands, their women wear rich rouched skirts, and smiling young girls in gold hooped earrings, cornelian necklaces and gauze-fine bodices pick precious saffron.

Santorini offers not just a glimpse of a lost world, but a chance to be in two times at once. Volcanic soil has nourished grapes here for millennia, and evidence of wine presses dating back to the Bronze Age has just been excavated. Now, vintners in the Sigalas vineyard or on the quiet islet of Thirasia offer tastes of the type of wine that the ancient Therans would have drunk. Their two- and three-storey houses, which are still being excavated, would easily win contemporary design prizes – they are whitewashed and uncluttered, with oak staircases and snug indoor loos. The houses built in modern times in the villages of Oia, Finikia and Emporio are not that different in style.

However, the Bronze Age homes also featured anti-earthquake engineering – which is where the back-story of Thera darkens. This island is so seismic that any inhabitants have to be prepared for drama. In around 1625 BC, Santorini was the location of an eruption of truly epic scale. It is only now, thanks to new archaeological research, that light is being shed on what a massive event this was: three times the size previously thought, six times the scale of Pompeii’s legendary volcanic eruption and with a force 40,000 times that of the Hiroshima bomb. Scientists have calculated that an eruption plume stretched nearly 40 miles above sea level and electric storms ripped through the sky.