Written by
Daphne Roussou
Every spring someone writes to ask which airport is closest. The honest answer is none of them, and we have stopped apologising for it.
Three hours fifty
The fast boat leaves Piraeus at seven and again at half past three. It calls at Serifos, Sifnos and Milos, and each of them is worth leaning on the rail for.
People who fly to Santorini first and take the short crossing save an hour and miss the best part of the day.
What we do at the other end
We meet every boat. Look for a white pickup and a woman who already knows your name. The door is twelve minutes up the hill.
