Mykonos

 

Travel day has finally arrived.  As much as I know this day will be tiring, I’m glad to get out of Milos.  The hotel was way too noisy, the bathroom was designed by a crackhead, the internet was shaky, and the island was a snoozefest.  I practically ran to the boat.

A couple of hours later and we landed in Mykonos.  My hotel had arranged transport, so a guy picked me up as the sole passenger in the van.  As we’re driving along more narrow windy streets, he explains that I’d arrived at the new (and very busy) seaport.  There were at least three cruise ships and a bunch of smaller vessels all gathered around the area.  We passed the old port which he said was only used to go to the island of Delos. He pointed out that the buildings are painted white to protect them from the sun (didn’t know that), showed me the entrance to Mykonos Town, then drove into this congested square full of motorcycles, cars, trucks, buses and pedestrians.  As we got stuck in traffic, he called ahead to have someone come out to help me as he couldn’t go any further.  Confused, I got out and prepared to pay him, but he just got back in the car as a woman came to help me with my bags. 

The hotel, the Mykonos Chora Apartments, was just down a side alley.  I met up with a very animated young woman named Valentina who gave me a bus schedule, a map of the island, and pointed out some of her favorite places before showing me to my room.  No toilet paper in the bowl, but I think the water is drinkable.  I didn’t test it out since I’ve gotten in the habit of using bottled water for everything.

Entering the maze for the first time is an experience everyone should have.  It is insane to see all the shops, cafes, pharmacies, and bakeries all mixed in with residences, schools and churches to be discovered while wandering around.  While there are street signs on the walls, I don’t bother learning them, choosing instead to learn by landmarks.

One of the first places I found was Little Venice.  The restaurants here are a little scary.  The seating areas are hanging over the water.  There’s even one spot where there is only a narrow stone path for passersby and a quick drop-off into the ocean.  It’s a shallow part of the ocean, but still … With as many tourists as there are and waiters running back and forth, I am certain someone has fallen into the drink at some point.

I stopped for brunch at a café by the water as I hadn’t had any breakfast.  Just as I’m finishing up my meal, I happened to look to the right and … what the hell?  There is a huge pink bird coming down the nearby stairs like it owns the joint.  It’s not afraid of the people gawking at it, it simply descends the stairs, walks along the path, and goes into the kitchen of the diner.  The waiters acted like ‘yeah, that happens sometimes’ and just walked around the beast.  (Turns out this was pretty normal.  I did some research later on this creature and found out that Mykonos has had a pelican for a mascot for almost 70 years now.  One animal dies and they get a new one.  This one is named Petros Pete.) I got up, like a lot of folks, to take pictures, but the real joy was in seeing people walk by, turn their heads, and do a double take.  Pure D entertainment.

I encountered him again days later just hanging out in a kitchen.  I didn’t see any flamingos on Naxos but I think this makes up for it. 

I noticed the waiter at the same cafe talking to the table of people next to me and I’m pretty certain they were speaking German.  I asked him later how many languages he spoke.  He had to think about it for a minute (!) before saying seven.  Shocked, I asked him what they were.  He kind of laughed and said all of them. 

Have I ever mentioned that the education system in America is severely lacking?  When you live in Europe, particularly in a very touristy area, you’re exposed to so many more languages and cultures than you would in the U.S.  It’s so vital in understanding that everywhere is not the same, that those differences should be celebrated and not automatically feared. 

I quickly came to understand why Mykonos is the big dog of the Greek Isles.  Unlike half-dead Milos, this place is vibrant and alive.  The labyrinth is always full of people and colors and something to catch your attention. I’m pretty sure you could get lost in there for hours and still not see everything.  Little Venice is also the club center of the town.  The restaurants have these fancy drink menus and the music starts blasting out of there around 6 p.m.  I have to wonder about the locals, though.  Do they resent all these smelly tourists constantly crawling all over their home?  I realize that a lot of them depend on the tourist industry, but it’s gotta be a double-edged sword.  Kids still need to go to school, chores need to be done, people gather and go to church, all of this with tourists milling about, making noise, and taking pictures.

The hotel, it turns out, is in an excellent location.  Just outside of the maze of Mykonos Town, but in close proximity.  From my room, I have a great view of the sun setting over the water.  While the maze is constant chaos with motorcycle delivery guys, tourists, and all manner of noise, the hotel is just far enough to be strangely quiet in its own little corner.  They also put out a nice free spread in the morning. 

Meet my new boyfriend.  On command, this machine will make you a variety of coffee drinks within a few minutes.  I was stunned the first time I saw it in action.  You mean I won’t have to pay 3.50 euros for my cappuccino?  I love that thing!  I just wish I could fit it in my luggage.

Every morning when I went downstairs for breakfast, the spread would be described to me by an energetic Valentina.  She ran the reception desk as well as helped the guests with their luggage and bussed the tables after breakfast.  She turned out to be a lot younger than I thought at the age of 19.  We started talking about books, music, and life plans each morning.  I told her about my travels and plans to move to Portugal, and she mentioned that she was Albanian, grew up on the island, and had plans to go to school in Germany.  I was stunned to have anything in common with someone young enough to be my daughter, but it was just another pleasant surprise offered by the island.

Morning in the maze is the absolute best.  It is so quiet without all the tourists.  The shops are closed which means no one has any of their wares out and the only things you have to dodge are the multiple supply trucks that cram themselves into the narrow streets on their delivery rounds.  By the third day there, I could maneuver around pretty well without getting lost and felt particularly proud of myself.  I even got recognized by some of the merchants/waiters I’d interacted with during my stay. 

I was eating at a restaurant near Little Venice called Nice and Easy.  I happened to notice a woman in a billowy blue dress having her picture taken nearby.  Unusual to see 1. A black woman doing a glamor shoot, 2. A big black woman doing a glamor shoot and 3. A big black woman doing a glamor shoot in Greece near a restaurant and not by the ocean or windmills or nearly anywhere else.  I wonder how the pictures came out.

Having a meal at the same Little Venice restaurant I visited on my first day, I noticed some movement in the water.  I squinted at it trying to figure out if that cluster of five or six bumps were just bubbles or something else.  Finally, I asked a waiter if those were turtles.  He said, “No.  They’re sharks.  Little baby sharks.”  He then leaves and comes back with some bread and throws them in the water.  I never got a good shot of a shark but seriously, what is it with this restaurant and animals?

Oh, and for the record, I heard that first waiter speak five languages; Greek, English, German, Spanish, and what I think was Mandarin.  I never did discover the other two.

This island, like all the others, is a cat haven.  There are little piles of cat food scattered all over the place.  I don't know if this woman is the official cat feeder of the island or if she's just a crazy cat lady on a mission.  Either way, the cats were happy to see her.

I have seen some things on this island.

On my last day in Mykonos, I stopped at a gelato place I’d repeatedly passed in my wanderings.  I’m not big on sweets, but the displays always get my attention.  And this place, Davinci’s, knows their business.  I tried to order what I thought was a simple ice cream cone at the counter.  Like in any other restaurant, I was told to take a seat and a server would assist me.  She comes out with three separate menus featuring not just the artisanal gelato, but also waffles, an assortment of teas and coffees (I swear everyone in Europe is a barista) and, of course, beer and wine.  Some research revealed that this is a chain of Greek places on both the islands and the mainland.  This is the delicious masterpiece they presented to me along with their website.  You should check them out.

HOME | Davinci Gelato

As I packed up to leave, I heard a rustling outside my door.  Thinking nothing of it, I kept packing.  Turns out that Valentina had written me a note thanking me for my visit, wishing me good luck, and saying she’ll miss our talks.  It made my day as I am a sucker for unexpected, sweet gestures like that.  I left her the novel I’d been reading (she had noticed it on my first day there and started our conversations) and a thank you note of my own.

Since I couldn’t arrange for a ferry to get me to the airport on time, I had to book a flight back to (sigh) Athens to catch my connecting flight.  I enjoyed my time on Mykonos but was ready to be done with Greece and move on to the next country.

Milos

That road to the port in Santorini is just as terrifying going down as it is going up.  But, now that I was somewhat familiar with it, the journey didn’t seem to take as long.  The guy dropped me off, I paid him 35 euros, and was left to wait for the ferry.  As much as I wanted to book another ride on a Blue Star ferry, none were heading to Milos, so I was once again bound for a Seajets ferry.

Arriving in the city of Adamas on Milos, I followed the directions on my phone to the hotel.  One of the major perks to the place I’d booked was that it was in walking distance of the port.  I passed by a bunch of cafes, a bank, and a decent sized grocery store before heading down the road/alley leading to the hotel.

First issue:  once the desk clerk showed up, his explanation of the island was cut off by a phone call.  As I waited along with another couple behind me, he spent a good five minutes ignoring the people in front of him to talk on the phone.  

Second: when he showed me to my room, up the narrow, unfamiliar stairs with only a half-wall between me and the ground below, he didn’t offer to help me with my bags, simply waiting at the top for me to catch up with him.  

Third: after he’d shown me the room and departed, I realized just how tiny the bathroom actually is.  

While the style of the décor was pretty, I could touch the walls on either side without stretching.  With my long legs, I couldn’t sit on the toilet without hitting my knees on the wall, so I always had to sit at an angle.  And while I was initially glad to see that the shower was fully enclosed with a ceiling of a decent height (unlike Perissa), I had to slip into it sideways (over a pretty high step) because the toilet is right in front of the entrance.  Oh, yeah.  And I couldn’t put toilet paper into the bowl as I learned from a note on the back of the room’s entrance.  And, yes, I forgot a couple of times and had to fish it out with the toilet brush.  Not my idea of a swell time. 

Fourth: while I’d become used to the lack of or poor placement of the power outlets in Europe, having dodgy wi-fi was more than I was willing to take.  It kept cycling on and off the first couple of days and wouldn’t work at all if I moved my computer away from the desk.  Even the other side of the room was too far to get a signal.

So.  Already I wasn’t feeling the hotel.  And that was before all the noise started.  Music, banging, chairs scrapping, and yet another sexing couple nearby.  Sigh.

No matter.  I wasn’t on the island for the hotel.  Off to explore Milos.

Something I noticed very quickly.  Though the harbor is full of boats and the restaurants around the congested main street are open and busy, this place feels half-dead.  I understand some of the shops and restaurants not being open until high season.  But it’s more than that on Milos.  A bunch of the buildings are in ruins or completely abandoned.  

This has been the case on all the islands I’ve visited, but it’s a lot more noticeable on Milos.  For instance, this hotel looked great.  It’s just off the harbor with views of the water.  Too bad there weren’t any guests.

Half of the island was inaccessible by car, hence the number of day-tripping boat services at the harbor (most of which weren’t running in the off-season).  There was a taxi stand by the harbor, but I wasn’t willing to pay for one on this island when I didn’t see any place as being worth the fee.  There were places to rent cars/ATVs everywhere, but once again, there was no way I was driving the narrow, congested roads of a Greek island.  With the usual restaurants and souvenir shops, there wasn’t anything around in walking distance that I hadn’t seen before. 

So yeah.  In less than 24 hours, I was over Milos.

I missed the black sand of Perissa. Missed sitting at my favorite breakfast place watching the sun glinting off the water.  Missed my conversations with Maria.  I wasn’t going to get that interaction with the clerk in this place as he’d already irritated me.  And I would be on the island for six nights.  Great.

I spent my days sitting on the pier and reading.  Boring island or not, the water of the Mediterranean is still gorgeous and I love looking at it.  Feeling like a grandma, my new favorite activity was watching the ferries come in.  I’d watch the people get off the boat, all happy to be on a new island, and wonder if they knew something about this place that I didn’t.

Despite the abandoned feel to the place, every night the port was crawling with children.  They’d come out just before sunset on their bikes, scooters or rollerblades to race up and down the square around the restaurants.  At least someone was having fun on this island.

Gripes aside, I did get a free glass of Riesling on my second night at dinner.  And despite not feeling Milos much, I had to sit there and be in the moment.  I was on an island in Greece, the sun was setting, I’d just had a nice meal, and was staring at the water while enjoying my gratis glass of deliciously fizzy wine.  Not too shabby. 

Friday morning after breakfast, I noticed that the bus stop was teaming with people.  The hotel clerk had warned me that the buses were not very reliable but, on this day, a cruise ship had docked, sending a bunch of tourists ashore.  To accommodate them, the bus company had added some more buses to the route.  I figured it was as good a time as any to hop a bus.  Didn’t care where it was going as long as it was out of Adamas.  After maybe ten minutes of driving around windy roads, we turned off on the road to Sarakiniko.  I thought it would be a town.  Turns out it’s more like Milos’ version of the Grand Canyon.  

Great views of the water, a tiny beach, and some cool caves.  It made for a nice couple of hours exploring.

Trash is a serious issue in Greece and, after Athens, Milos seemed particularly bad. There was one area right in front of the water with a couple of benches beside a tree.  It would be a nice sitting area if not for all the trash everywhere.  I tried to sit there to read one day, but the amount of refuse everywhere was irritating me.  I finally had enough and went to a nearby restaurant to ask for a trash bag.  I then spent the next 30 minutes climbing rocks and ducking under branches to collect as much trash as I could.  It wasn’t a very large area, but at least it looked better once I was done.  My own little bit of volunteer work for the country of Greece.

Travel day couldn’t come fast enough.

Santorini -- Perissa

 

One of my goals on this trip was to do it big for my 52^nd birthday.  I wanted to be on Santorini for the day – nothing else really.  Just get myself to the Greek island I’ve wanted to visit for decades.  I didn’t plan on the 13^th to be a travel day and the mishigas that goes with that, but that’s just how it landed. At the very least I got to go by ferry and not have to endure the airport.

I love being on the water.  The Blue Star Ferry was set up like a cruise ship in that it had multiple seating areas/lounges and cafes.  It was nice to be able to sit with my luggage in front of a table so that I could write.  The two hours flew by and, after a stop at the island of Ios, we reached Santorini.

The first thing you see when you reach the port is this huge wall of rock.  Not the most welcoming sight which only got worse when I realized that there is a road winding up the mountain.  I gawked.  Is that the only way to get out of the port?  Unless I were to get back on the boat, yes, I would have to go up that thing.  Now how would I do it?

At the base of the mountain are all the stalls full of people trying to take your money.  I stood there with my bags just a bit overwhelmed.  There were buses and taxis everywhere, transfer services with people out front hawking their prices, and plenty of cars on offer for rental.  I already knew I had no interest in driving anywhere in Greece (and certainly not up that beast) so I would have to hire someone. But who?

A gentleman had noticed my confused tourist vibe and crossed the street to get my attention.  He was with a transfer service and said that he’d have no problem getting me to my hotel. I followed him, paid him 30 euros and then waited.  We went back across the street to the buses, but there was some confusion among the drivers.  I just stood there for 5 minutes until they figured out who was driving which bus.  Turns out none of the buses were going.  Instead, this darkly handsome dude (think Oded Fehr from the Mummy movies) took me to a car and we were on our way.

The road out of Santorini port is just awful.  Both Portugal and Greece have their share of scary roads but this one takes the cake.  We’re in bumper-to-bumper traffic, including some buses, along this narrow, windy, barely paved road that’s way too close to the edge of a cliff.  The curves are particularly ugly as they are even more narrow and a hazard if someone was coming from the opposite direction.  I gritted my teeth and wondered at just how often I’ve put my life in the hands of complete strangers on this trip.

After a silent 20-minute journey, we miraculously made it to the hotel.  I gotta admit The Best!!! hotel looked kinda dodgy from the outside.  Kitschy and weird and not in a good way.  The reception office was empty of people, but full of stuff.  The area behind the desk was shrewn with mismatched furniture while the tiny area in front of it had shelves on my right crammed with books in multiple languages. A bell went off as soon as I entered and continued to sound until a friendly man showed up and turned it off.  He introduced himself as Mr. Vassilis, the owner, then quickly handed me off to a woman named Maria.  I got the impression that this is the person who really runs the place and I’d find out later that I was right.

Maria processed my paperwork and explained how the island worked.  She grabbed one of my bags and showed me to my room.  She let me know that while it was okay to put toilet paper in the toilet (yay) the water was undrinkable from the tap.  I learned that the hard way when I went to brush my teeth that night and, out of habit, ran the toothbrush under the tap.  Yeah.  Never did that again.  That water may look clear, but the taste is beyond foul.

One of the reasons I chose this place was its proximity to the beach.  Upon first sight of the black sand beach, I was a little … disappointed is not the word.  It was simply that I missed Naxos and its golden beach.  I was a little upset that I hadn’t given myself more time to really explore the island.  It was only on my last day that I discovered my new favorite café.  It was only as I was boarding the ferry that I saw the arch of Aphrodite’s temple for which the island is famous.  I didn’t even get a chance to go up there.  I thought, as I laid eyes on Perissa’s dark sands, that the beach was nicer on Naxos.

                            (I do love this shot.  There's a whole man-against-the-world vibe to it.)

It took a few days, but I came to love that beach.  The sand wasn’t as fine as on Naxos, being made of volcanic rocks, which meant that you could easily brush off the sand when getting up.  No finding silt on you for the rest of the day.  There weren’t too many tourists around (the water was still cold), so there were times where it felt like the entire beach was mine.  My favorite restaurant on the island had killer views of the ocean.  Watching the sun glint off the water in the morning while feeling the sea breeze was the best way to start the day. 

There isn’t much to the city of Perissa.  A bunch of white houses scattered among the restaurants, hotels, and souvenir shops.  Still being the off-season, a lot of places were closed or preparing for the summer.  I saw a lot of construction and painting of the buildings along the strip that borders the beach. 

Leaving my room one day, I ran into Maria.  She was cleaning the room next to mine and mentioned that there was going to be a ceremony that night and to not be alarmed if I heard a lot of noise.  The day was Good Friday and locals would walk through the streets, banging drums and letting off firecrackers.  The local establishments would set out a table of small treats and shots of booze for the participants.  I was initially confused as Easter had already passed in the states.  But in Greece, a very religious country, 4/16/23 is Orthodox Easter and a big deal for everyone.  I was glad for the heads-up otherwise I would have been really confused.

I’d planned to take the bus into Oia after breakfast on Sunday, but then remembered that it was Easter.  A pit had been dug in the sand in front of one of the restaurants and there were 3 lambs grilling on it.  The smoke smelled delicious as I enjoyed my breakfast.  Then, in walking back along the beach, I saw two more grills.  It wasn’t just the restaurants, but private homes had grills on their patios as well.  The air is filled with the smells of roasted lamb while Greek music plays from the centers of family gatherings.  Realizing just how seriously folks take this holiday, I figured it would be a very different day in Greece.

I ran into Maria cleaning my room and asked her if the busses were even running today.  She said it was something like Russian Roulette – the bus might make a stop, it might not.  We got to chatting and she told me that she’d been a teacher in Bulgaria.  When new policies made teaching unappealing to her, she packed a backpack and, like me, set off by herself to Greece.  She quickly found a job and had been living on the island since 2009.  She said it was very easy back then but new government regulations were making it ever more difficult to just pick up and move to another country.  When she first arrived, there were people from all over the world working in Santorini.  Over the years, most of those people had to leave because the laws changed.  The required permits and bureaucracy were just getting worse every year.  That news just made me more anxious about relocating to Portugal.  I might be cutting my year of travel down somewhat just to get the paperwork in motion.

Packing up to leave made me a little sad.  My time in Perissa wasn’t exactly action packed – usually just me on the beach with a book – but I really enjoyed my time there. I had scheduled another ferry trip for the 19^th and needed to find Maria to make the transfer.  Check out was at 11 so I cleared the room and went to wait outside reception.  It took a while for Maria to show up and when she did, she was still wet from the shower.  After arranging for my pick-up, she told me I could leave my luggage in the office and go enjoy the day instead of waiting at the port for the next couple of hours.  Have I mentioned that I freaking love Maria? I went to do just that until my pick-up at 2.

After saying my last goodbyes to the beach, I met Maria again at reception to get my bags.  She helped me to the curb to wait for the driver.  As she sank into a chair, she mentioned that she had been assisting her boss in painting the place and was tired.  I commented that that she really does do everything around here.  Did she ever get any time to just relax and enjoy her gorgeous surroundings?  She said she took her time when she needed it.  Her boss was pretty laid back (he was also grilling on the property on Sunday) so they had developed a good relationship over the last 15 years. 

The driver showed up and she handed me off.  She gave me a hug and wished me the best.  And, yeah, I have to say that The Best !!! hotel really was the best.

The Pleasant Surprise of Naxos

 

After another restless night in the noisy Hotel Victory, I woke up around 6.  I packed up as quickly as I could and got downstairs to checkout.  I had the desk clerk call me a cab and was thrilled when it arrived.  “How are you?” he asked.  “Happy to get out of here.”  That was the end of the conversation.

I can’t explain the relief I felt once we got out of that city.  At one point of the cabbie weaving in and out of the alleys/streets, he veered into oncoming traffic in order to make a left turn.  I just closed my eyes and prayed for a safe trip.  Besides, closing my eyes meant I didn’t have to look out the window.

At the airport, I continued to look for a flight to Santorini.  The only things I could find were either leaving at 11 at night or were outrageously priced ‘business class’ tickets.  Three hundred euros for a 1 -hour flight on a little pond-jumper.  You must be mad.  I wandered over to a help desk and explained my plight.  The dude couldn’t get me on anything either.  “Just get me out of Athens,” I said, “any island will do”.  After several minutes of waiting, he said he could get me on a flight to Naxos (pronounced like nachos) in a couple of hours for 150 euros.  From there I could catch the ferry to Santorini.  Book it.

I know nothing about Naxos, don’t even know what’s around.  While I waited for the flight, I decided to stay at least one night.  This might not be on the list of islands I wanted to visit, but since I’m going there anyway, might as well take a look around.  Booking.com to the rescue again and I found a place near the beach for 36 euros a night.  I just hoped it wasn’t a dump.

Thirty minutes after boarding should have started, we were herded onto a bus that took us to the tarmac.  The plane was indeed tiny and we climbed the narrow staircase through a door in the back.  It wasn’t the most comfortable flight (does anyone who designs plane seats have a height of more than five feet two?) but at least I had the two-seat row to myself.  Thank goodness it was only a 30-minute flight.

Caught a cab and was deposited outside a pretty, white stone building in sight of the beach, the Infinity Apartments.  My arrival was set at 2 p.m., but since I was a couple of hours early, I sat on the porch and waited.  Eventually, an older blonde lady in a quilted black jacket wandered by.  Her name was Maria.  She and her husband, Mike, ran the place.  She led me around to the stairs in the back, and showed me to lucky number room 13.  The place was small and clean (with a functioning toilet) and had a decent feel to it.  I immediately asked if I could extend my stay a couple of days.  She said they might have to move me the next morning, but otherwise it wouldn’t be a problem.

These rooms are advertised as ‘apartments’ but I find that hard to believe.  The shoebox I had in Funchal still had a fully functional kitchen with an oven, a microwave, and a washing machine.  This is more of a glorified dorm room with some cookware on the wall, a mini-fridge, a kitchen sink, and a portable stovetop.  Call me a spoiled American, but I can’t imagine anyone living here long term.  Fortunately, I was only staying for a few days.  I had no intention of cooking, so the place was good enough for me.

There were a few issues.  It took me a while to get used to the room's door which was horizontally cut into two pieces.  The bottom half scraped the floor, making a terrible noise unless I lifted it up to close it (for my third and final night, I stayed in room 14 across the hall where the door was much quieter).  The showers (always a sticky point with me) while pretty, had no curtains.  Once again, I was wrestling with the showerhead while trying not to spray water over the entire bathroom.

Once I’d gotten settled that first day, it was off to explore. I sighed in relief.  Now this is more like it.  Clean air, space to move, no one trying to rob me, and a laid-back vibe.  There’s a reason all those calendars I bought featured the islands of Greece and not Athens.  The white buildings near the water with the sun shining down really gives you a sense of summer.  But, since it is April, the beach isn’t very crowded and a bit windy.  I’m walking around fully clothed with socks, sneakers, long pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a hoody on and I’m chilly.  I have no idea how there were people in the water.  Yes, it looks inviting, but it can’t be very warm.

The first place I hit on my exploration tour is a beach-side restaurant called Ippokampos.  I ate outside then continued to explore the town of Chora.  I love the mosaic tiling on the sidewalks and the pops of color provided by flowers near the white buildings.  As has been a theme on this trip, the narrow streets are clogged with too many cars.  Every other shop seems to rent cars, motorcycles, ATVs, and even rickshaws.  I pass by Mike’s Bikes looking for the owner, but he isn’t around.  Okay.  I don’t know how to pay him or what the wifi password is but whatever.

That first night in Naxos was the best sleep I’d had in weeks.  I woke up amazed and raring to start the day.  But, remembering that Maria was coming to move me to a new place, I packed up and waited.  And waited.  It was almost noon when I decided I was too hungry to wait around any longer.  So, of course, that’s when Maria showed up only to tell me that the room was free for the day so I wouldn’t have to move until the next day.  Cool.  Off for a meal and some more exploration.

Unfortunately, the weather decided to mess with me.  It kept switching from sunny to rainy and windy then back to sunny multiple times.  I’d done some laundry in the morning with the intent of putting it outside to dry, but that wasn’t gonna happen. Another 6 euros for a dryer and I wandered around some more.  I’d run into Mike riding on a bike with another guy and he filled me in on all the questions I’d had.  He still wasn’t in any rush to charge me, saying he’d find me at the dock if it came to that.  That was very trusting of him.

There was no plan for my visit to the island.  I still had no interest in renting a car or hiking.  Athens had been stressful and I just wanted to relax.  I wandered around enjoying what good weather there was to be had and read a lot.  At one point, I had wandered far from the hotel and encountered an Irish man on an electric bike.  He and his companion were looking for flamingoes but hadn’t found them yet so he asked me if I knew where they were.  I told him I was as new to the place as he was and wished him luck.  I wonder if he ever found the birds because I sure didn’t.

While there were no bird-sightings, the place is crawling with cats.  These aren’t feral or malnourished creatures; on the contrary, they look well-fed, healthy, and have no fear of humans.  They just wander around like they own the joint, even crawling among the legs of patrons seated at cafes.  This one just sat and stared at me a while during dinner one evening.

Every time I thought I’d seen everything in the small town, I kept discovering more shops and restaurants.  Every narrow street near the water seemed to offer something new.  A bookshop sold some books in English as well as German and French.  There was a cyber café as well as an arcade among the numerous jewelry and clothing stores. I found my instant favorite café on my last day.  The smiling waitress automatically poured some free water without my asking and gave me a sliver of delicious marble cake.  Not really one to eat sweets in the morning, but that cake was tasty.

As I was packing up, there was a knock on the door.  I opened the top half to reveal Mike.  I was glad I didn’t have to track him down.  He seemed upset that I already had a cab coming as he offers transfers to the dock.  No worries, though.  He charged me the agreed 36 euros for the first night, but discounted me for the other two, charging 30 a night since I’d called a cab.  I had to smile.  Not only was it a nice surprise, but a relief not to be gouged (Athens has really left a bad taste in my mouth).  He charged my card and said he hoped to see me again.

I wrestled my bags downstairs to wait for the cab.  At some point, Maria poked her head around the corner and wished me a good day.  I don’t know if I’m ever coming back to Greece, but if I do, I’m definitely headed back to Naxos.  Hospitality like this can’t be beat.  And for so cheap!

I write this while on the ferry to Santorini.  The movie The Mask is playing on a screen to my right while I sit with my headphones on to drown out the snoring of the huge guy sitting behind me.  It is April 13, 2023, my 52^nd birthday.  I didn’t understand until days later that the free marble cake I’d received earlier was my birthday cake.

Athens Part 2

On to the next temporary home, the Hotel Victory.  I picked the place because it was cheap and nearby.  I didn’t want to stay in Athens any longer than I had to but there were still things in the area I wanted to see.

Located in another bombed out looking alley fronted by trashcans, the hotel didn’t make the best first impression.  But it looked to be clean and serviceable enough for two nights stay.  That would give me enough time to figure out my next move.

But first, more sightseeing.  The location of the hotel also left me in a good position to get back to the subway station I’d seen the day before.  I found my way there again and figured out the route to the Acropolis.  It was its own station so that helped a lot.  What wasn’t helpful was being crammed in an overcrowded car.  After covid.  Without my mask.   I tried to breathe as little as possible as I was being completely crushed while clutching my purse to my side.

I did find my way to the Acropolis, the center point of the only clean and well-maintained area I’d discovered so far.  Of course, this was the main touristy area.  The long walkway was dotted with cafes, vendors, and, I was soon to find out, scam artists. I’m walking along and this woman appears in front of me offering me a free rose.  I take the rose and suddenly it’s not free and she’s pregnant and could I help her out.  Like an idiot, I reached for my purse to give her a few coins.  That turned into folding money that I exchanged for 3 lousy roses.  Feeling dumb, I kept going to the line for tickets to the Acropolis.

The line took entirely too long.  I was already annoyed and stuck behind two guys discussing the crappy state of the world.  Really not helping my mood. Finally got to the head of the line, handed over 20 euros and got my ticket.  Why the hell did it take so long to get to that point?

I ascended the steep hill to the entry point of the ruins.  There are staff waiting to screen everyone’s bags.  Since I only had a small purse and my water carrier, I tried to slip by.  “No roses,” said the woman.  Seriously?  I just overpaid for these things and for some reason they’re not allowed?  I chucked them aside in annoyance and kept going.

I will say this much; the Acropolis does offer some great views of the city.  Athens doesn’t look nearly as dirty or congested from up high.  Along with the throngs of tourists, there were groups of people being led by a tour guide offering tidbits about the history and renovations. 

After a couple of hours, I was getting hungry so back down the hill I went.  I stumbled upon a sign so unique that I just had to get a picture of it. 

The lady standing in front of the place asked, “Are you Daphne?” “How could you tell?” I don’t think I’m the first Daphne to take a picture of the place.  I had to eat there, of course, and had a lovely meal.  And ouzo. Never had it before and can safely say I’ll never have it again.  If you want the experience, just shoot some Robitussin, same thing.

The area beyond the restaurant was absolutely packed with people, eating at the many cafes, taking pictures, and milling around the shops.  This appeared to be the commercial center of the city with big name stores like H&M and Zara right next to the small souvenir shops and food vendors.  And again, the place was nice and clean.  I know this is mainly for the tourists but why shouldn’t everyone have the chance to live somewhere clean?  As Madeira proved, a clean, pretty environment makes for happier people.  This is not a difficult process to figure out.

The crush of people in this area was getting on my nerves.  One of my goals in Athens was to visit the Hard Rock and get my mandatory souvenir.  I figured it had to be located somewhere nearby, so I used Google Maps to lead me there.  Worked like a charm and with t-shirt in hand, I quickly made my way back to the subway station as it was getting dark.  I was tired and my guard was already up, I didn’t want to risk being out after dark for too long.

Despite my fatigue, I did not get much sleep.  The hotel was incredibly noisy both inside and out.  There were people yelling, cars blaring music as they passed, and, of course, the banging.  My next door neighbors had sex twice – hey, good for them, but I don’t want to hear it.  I’m not having any kind of sex, I don’t need to be reminded that other people are.

I got to sleep briefly before the voices started again, waking me up at 3:45.  I guess it woke my neighbors as well, because – you guessed it.  They had round three of the evening.  Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I had a better night’s sleep in the dump.

Awake in the morning, I heard the sex neighbors check out.  Again, I know this because of the loud turning of the key and moving suitcases around.  Soon after, I heard the maid coming to turn over the room.  Clock says 9:30 a.m.  but with the blackout shade in place, it’s still dark in the room.  I only got minutes of sleep at a time, so I really don’t care that I should be up.  But, since I don’t plan on being here long … I guess I’ll reenter the world.

I headed back on the subway to the area around the Acropolis.  I had a lovely meal of Greek French toast (sounds weird, but was excellent), then wandered around for the rest of the afternoon. There was much I hadn’t seen before, lots of shops and a nice park area not far from the first Olympic stadium.

Again, the crush of tourists was getting to me.  I figured to get something to eat before heading back on the subway.  I chose a spot for dinner and sat down.  I’m looking at the menu when a woman appears offering me a free rose.  And yes, I’m in idiot.  Thinking back to the actual free rose I got at a restaurant in Lisbon, I didn’t think anything of this one.  Until the woman gives me the same lines about her non-existent baby …

I won’t tell you how much I gave her.  It’s too embarrassing. I still can’t believe it happened again.  Having to be on your guard 24/7 is not fun.  It is exhausting.  But not so exhausting that I got any sleep that night.  I spent the whole night contemplating my stupidity while being forced to listen to the honking cars, the loudly arguing Greeks, some idiot on a bullhorn …

I spent three nights in Athens and that was four nights too many.  Screw Athens.