Blue Sky Travel

  Santorini welcomed me with the kind of blue sky that looks like it’s been filtered by someone who really wants to impress their Instagram followers. The Mediterranean shimmered, sailboats drifted past like they were auditioning for a postcard, and the jet skis… well, the jet skis were full of men who clearly believe they’re one dramatic soundtrack away from being James Bond. Some of them even managed to stay upright. I’m staying in Perissa, down on the south coast, where the beachfront walkway is essentially a cheerful gauntlet of restaurants. Every ten steps someone waves a menu at you with the enthusiasm of a long‑lost relative, while the place next door watches you like you’ve betrayed them by even glancing elsewhere. It’s all very friendly, very persuasive, and very effective — I’ve eaten more than I intended and it’s only day one. The visitors are entertainment in their own right. There’s a particular expression people get when they’re about to rent a quad bike for the first...

Well… look who’s decided to resurrect the travel blog. Yes, it’s me. And no, I’m not entirely sure how this happened either. If you’ve stumbled in here by accident, don’t worry — most of my best adventures start that way. If you’re here on purpose, even better. It means you’re ready for more tales of sunburn, misread maps, and meals I definitely didn’t mean to order. This blog has been napping for a while, like a cat that insists it’s conserving energy for something important. Meanwhile, I’ve been off writing stories, taking photos, and wandering around the world with the confidence of a man who still hasn’t mastered the art of packing light. Some of you already know that I also write under the name David Baxter, which sounds suspiciously like someone who owns a proper writing desk and maybe even a fountain pen. If you’re curious about that side of things — the memoirs, the small stories, the occasional crime‑tinged tale — you’ll find them here: https://www.coastalcrimesandstories.com ...