Mykonos Excursions

Does anyone remember when the E! channel did a travel show called Wild On?  The show focused on party scenes all over the world. One of my favorites was about the Greek Isles and its showcase on Mykonos. Since there was a bus just outside of my hotel that traveled to Super Paradise, one of the beaches featured on the show, I just had to go there.

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The beach is nice, not the best beach I’ve seen, but it’s a welcome change from the rocky beaches of Mykonos Town.  The real draw here is the beach-side service from the bars and restaurants.  

This can include having your own hookah brought to your table.  

Obviously, this place would be more hopping at night in the summer, but it was still a cool place to hang out.  I have to admit that I would like to see it while it was hopping.  But since I’m too old to be around a bunch of drunken 20-somethings looking to hook up, I happily enjoyed my over-priced drink and delicious pizza in peace.  It was my first (and probably only) beachside service experience, and it was a good one.

Sunday, 4/30/23, was an interesting day.  My only plan for the day was to take my fat issue of Vogue to the steps by the pier and relax.  But on the way there, I noticed the stand for sea tours of Delos.  I wanted to go to that island at some point but didn’t have a specific plan.  Well, now I do.

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Paid 75 euros for a 5-hour cruise that included lunch and wine.  We sailed out to the first location Rhenia, a tiny island with a crescent of beach and were let out to explore the area.  Most people camped out on the beach while I followed a small group of people up the dirt road and into the interior.  There were obviously people living there based on the houses in the distance and the multiple unpaved roads, but I have no idea how they were living.  There wasn’t a grocery store in sight so unless they’re all living on fish, they’d have to travel to one of the larger islands for supplies.  Who knows what they do for medical assistance.

I walked for a long time in the middle of nowhere.  It was during this walk that it struck me (again) just how much my life has changed in the last few months.  Six months ago, I was living in Georgia, fearing that my house would never sell and I’d be stuck there.  Cut to April and I’m beating off bugs while wandering a Greek Island that I hadn’t even heard of six months ago.  Things do change.

After discovering some other boats full of partiers docked at another part of the island, I began to head back.  Hung out on the beach for a while then boarded the boat where the crew was waiting with water, wine, and some freshly grilled kebabs.  

We ate a hearty meal then set sail for the second island of 

                                                                            Delos

Delos is an excavation site.  It’s covered in the ruins of an ancient city overgrown with wildflowers and the obligatory cats.  The ship let us off, saying they’d pick us up at 4 and we were left to explore.  I roamed around, taking pictures, then happened to get back in sight of the dock.  The boat was gone.  I looked at my phone and realized it was only 3 so I know I wasn’t late.  I sat on a bench and scanned the area for anyone I recognized from the ship but came up empty.  The captain of another ship at the dock said that if I had a ticket, I could come with them.  I told him the situation and he said that if the other ship had set a time, then it would be back.  I trusted his word and watched his ship sail off.  My ship should return at 4, I thought, so might as well keep exploring.

There were more signs of life here than on the last island.  There was a museum/research center as well as a manned welcome center with bathrooms, so I knew I wasn’t completely stranded. I felt even better when I spotted some other people from my ship. 

The boat pulled up at 4 as promised and we sailed back to Mykonos.  The staff plied the guests with more wine and cranked up the Greek music.  The only woman on the crew walked around the ship clapping her hands and encouraging people to dance.  Before long, she’d formed a conga line of drunk tourists to stumble around the ship.  I took some pictures but … I wasn’t that drunk.

                                                                           Platys Gyalos

The next day, I was figuring out my activities after breakfast and passed by the buses again.  One had a sign on it for Platys Gyalos.  I have no idea what’s there.  Let’s find out!

Turns out its another beach surrounded by hotels and restaurants.  A nice area that wasn’t too crowded.  I walked along the beach, getting a lay of the land, and an employee of one of the restaurants greets me.  “Atlanta?” he calls out.  Huh?  “You’re from Atlanta.”  Uhhhh, yeah but how the hell did he know that?  I’m checking my clothing and I don’t have anything on that’s branded.  He said that’s just what he does, guessing where people are from.

I’m telling you, there is still some ancient Greek magic in this culture.  The gods still have their influence.

I hung out on the beach for a while before having lunch at a cool restaurant that was attached to a hotel.  The pool area is between the restaurant and the restrooms and I wondered if you could just take a dip before the meal even if you weren’t a guest. 

After a nice lunch of appetizers, it was back to Mykonos Town.

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 -- Fira and Oia

With the Easter holiday over, I took a chance that the buses were running again and went to the bus stop after breakfast on Monday.  After a long wait, a bus finally arrived.  A guy inside issued tickets after the bus starting moving and we were on our way.  The buses may not be that reliable on Santorini, but at least the price was right.  Round trip from Perissa to Oia cost about 10 euros.

Fira (also called Thira) is deceptive.  After maybe twenty minutes, with a few stops along the way, the bus lets you out at a big bus park on a busy street.  There are the usual hotels, souvenir shops and cafes that you would expect, but not much else.  

I thought that was all there was to it until I ventured up a hill and past a hotel.  Suddenly the real attraction of the place was spread out in front of me.  The stacked white structures, the labyrinth streets, and killer views of the water were soon revealed.

Way too many tourists were walking along the windy and sometimes narrow streets in search of bargains in still more souvenir shops and restaurants.  There were several of these doorways along the coast; they didn't lead anywhere. They just looked pretty. 

I had lunch at a restaurant on one of the higher tiers, giving me a great view with my meal.  I had something called a sfanikis cake (I hope I spelled that correctly) that was insanely good.  It’s feta cheese wrapped in phyllo dough, deep fried and covered in honey and sesame seeds.  I had it two more times in Greece, but that first one was the best.  Also had moussaka for the first time which is a casserole (?) of lamb and vegetable in a tomato sauce covered with cheese.  Very tasty. 

I knew nothing about Fira when I arrived.  Didn’t know that a big draw of the place is walking all the way down to the shore and taking the cable cars back up.  So I was very surprised to turn a corner and see these donkeys all along the steps.  There was a guy at the top asking everyone “You want donkey?”  Um, no.  I was several feet away and could smell the stink off the creatures.  

Then I looked down over the railing and there were a bunch of people going down the steps on foot – and almost stepping in the copious amounts of donkey crap. I decided right then that I was just fine where I was and didn’t need to go to the shore, thank you very much.

I turned around to go back up the stairs and realized that they had numbers painted on them.  I was somewhere in the mid 500’s.  Yeesh.  With the wear and tear I’d been putting on my poor ankles, first with the hills in Portugal and now with the steps in Greece (more on that later), I figured I needed to take it a little easy on the walking.

Back to the bus and it was on to Oia.  As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve bought a lot of calendars featuring the Greek Isles.  Most of those pictures are shots of the city of Oia and for good reason.  

The place is a very tightly packed town with – you guessed it – a lot of souvenir shops and restaurants.  Also, the blue domed churches and the white stone houses on a series of hills.  The sunsets here are legendary and there are a few points where you can get the best view. 

And a lot of people were there just for that.  After a bunch were tired of walking around the streets, they just gathered in this one huge courtyard and waited for the sunset.  I just felt bad for the residents.  The tourists come in like vultures, take their pictures and then just head out after sunset.  Despite the signage asking them not to litter, or climb on certain things like religious monuments, the tourists do it anyway because “I’m entitled and when am I ever gonna be here again?”  This happens every day, even, I’m sure, in the off-season.  The price you pay for living somewhere beautiful. 

Trying to get my own pictures as a smelly tourist, I was reminded of a waiter in Fira saying that the sunsets were better there because you had a full view of the caldera. I’m also pretty sure it isn’t as crowded there as well.  Made me really appreciate the sunset I caught in Naxos.  I had it practically all to myself.

Randomness on the Road

 This post is dedicated to pointing out some of the little incidents I’ve witnessed in my almost two months of travel that didn’t make it into any of the other posts. In no particular order …

In Ponta do Pongo, I was at a restaurant and this woman and her child walked by my table.  The little girl looked at me then lowered her head.  The mom explained that she wanted to wave, but was too shy.  That was adorable.  I don’t even like kids, but that got to me and made my day.  I waved to the kid and she just shyly walked away.  So cute.

These are the bathroom stalls at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam.  I’ve never seen stalls like this, but the Dutch are known for being way ahead of the curve in practical (and private) design.  This was also the first time I saw these Dyson hand dryers.  Now, why doesn’t America have these?  They’re more sanitary and save on paper waste.

Waiting in line for the bathroom at Barcelona Airport, I overheard two black women mentioning that Hartsfield has more stalls.  I asked if they were from Atlanta.  Turns out they were and were coming back from a cruise.  I do love seeing other black women on the road.

I was sitting in a restaurant on Naxos and a couple of ladies came in with gift bags.  They approached one of the waiters saying that they had these three eggs and didn’t know what to do with them.  I have no idea where they got the eggs but … Dude looked a little confused as well but took the eggs in the back.  I wonder if he put them to use.

Speaking of restaurants, a couple of observations.  Both Greece and Portugal are fond of the small, handheld machines for taking payments by card.  They punch in the amount and then you, the customer, just tap your card to the top or middle of the machine until it beeps.  The machine prints out a receipt and you are on your way.  In Portugal, these machines didn’t have a tipping option.  I was not happy to see that form of extortion reappear in parts of Greece.  The employee is holding the machine and can clearly see whether you opt to tip 0, 10 or 20 percent – no pressure there at all.  Still, even when paying cash, I usually leave a couple of bucks out of habit. I like that to be my choice, though, not establishments capitalizing on the American tipping habit just looking to suck out as much cash as they can get.

Technology has also advanced in how the waitstaff take orders.  Everything is on the phone now.  Most people are staring at their phones 24/7 anyway; might as well incorporate them into their work.

Two sounds have been consistent in both countries; church bells and owls.  The bells can be kind of annoying.  A bell for every new hour is one thing, but some of them will play entire tunes in the morning.  Most of the hotels I’ve stayed in have serious noise issues, so I really don’t need the bells on top of that.  The owls, however, have been a strange yet welcome sound.  I thought it unusual that there was an owl in Woodstock, but now it seems they are everywhere.  Or maybe that owl from Georgia is just following me around Europe.  A sweet, yet creepy thought.

I’ve been through 4 countries since March; The Netherlands, Portugal, Spain, and Greece.  Yet I have only one stamp in my passport from The Netherlands.  Schiphol was the first airport I hit after coming from the U.S. and the only place that had passport control.  Now, I certainly don’t want to stand in anymore lines than I have to, but I would still like some more stamps in my book.

Spot anything weird in this picture?  This random Micky Mouse was wandering around taking pictures with kids in the touristy part of Athens.

The music has been interesting.  Most of the restaurants in both Portugal and Greece will play modern remakes of American music.  The remakes are usually more mellow than the established version, giving every song a dreamy, café feel to them.  It sometimes takes me a minute to identify that song by The Weeknd or this other Ed Sheeran number since it’s being sung at a different speed by a female voice.  It’s been odd but I like it.  When I do hear music by the original artists, though, the songs are uncensored.  It was a real surprise to hear musical f-bombs while eating dinner.

I’ve mentioned how big coffee culture is in both Portugal and Greece.  Something interesting I’ve noticed, though.  After a cup, in either country, I don’t have raging coffee breath.  It was standard practice for me to pop some gum after a cup of coffee in the states to get rid of the aftertaste.  Here in Europe (so far) that aftertaste or foul breath have not been problems.