By Yiannis Karakasis MW
The first image I have of Santorini goes back to the late '90s, when through the cockpit of a helicopter, my eyes feasted on an extraordinary town, soaring in mid-air, with the houses literally clinging onto the volcanic cliffs. It made me feel as if I were taking part in a Star Trek movie. The scenes unfolding beneath were so impressive, I could perceive every second of the flight, as I proceeded over Fira, Imerovigli and Oia. The colours of the houses, the blue and white of the sky, the deep blue of the sea created a magical setting indelibly etched in my mind ever since.