Dublin Part 2

 

Sunday, 5/7/23, and the highlight of my trip, the reason I had booked this hotel, in this city, for this time was to see my favorite band, Duran Duran.  Their tour will take them to the US soon and since I won’t be there for that, this was the only date where our schedules would line up.

They put on a great show even with the weird set list and the different energy from an Irish audience.  I’ve always referred to them as The Boys, but this concert just reminded me that they’re sexy old men now.  At one point, 64-year-old Simon LeBon climbed the staircase on the stage and I thought to myself “don’t you jump off that thing like you did 40 years ago – you’re gonna break a hip.”  All said in love, though.  I realize I’m no spring chicken myself (so many gray hairs!).  But as long as The Boys keep touring, I’ll keep buying tickets.  That’s the pact we made back in the eighties and that’s how it’ll be until one of us is dead.  Durannie for life.

Walking out of the venue, I noticed something.  I don’t even think the arena has a parking lot.  It’s expected that everyone will either walk or take the bus or tram to the venue.  There were lanes set up upon our exit that shepherded us directly to a line of buses or the tram.  It took me a while to even get out of the line since I needed no public transport as (ha ha!) my hotel was next door.  I wondered about the noise level – mine was only one of the hotels and residences in the area.  There was a Post Malone concert a few days after mine and I heard nothing from the venue.  No noise, no vibrations, just nothing.  The only noise I heard was later in the evening when the show let out and everyone was leaving.  That is amazing.  The entire setup is a true testament to good city planning.

The next day, I decided to go to Cork.  Taking the tram to the train made it insanely easy.  I was happy to see some of the countryside (so many cows and sheep!).  Two and half hours later, we arrived at the train’s final destination.  Though Cork is home to the Blarney Stone and a couple of castles, I spent my time just wandering around the city central.  It’s like a mini-Dublin in that it has a river going down the middle of it and a has a lively restaurant/shopping district.

Arriving back in Dublin, I stopped off in the city central for a meal before heading back to the hotel.  I chose a place across the river based on the loud Irish singing coming from inside and the menu that touted authentic Irish fair.  

I ordered brown bread (heavy, cold, and kinda tasteless even with butter), and a Sheppard’s pie (which was delicious).  And no, I didn’t have a Guinness to go with it.  I know it’s just natural to order one while in a place like this.  But after two long train rides (and delays on the one coming back), I really just wanted a glass of white wine.  (Actually, I wanted a glass of vinho verde but since I wasn’t in Portugal to have it, I settled for some Pinot Grigio.) I was in a great position to watch the bartender pour out multiple glasses of the thick brown beer and got to thinking.  If I ordered one, not being a beer drinker, and didn’t like it, I’d end up pissing off the loads of American tourists and drunken Irish people in the room.  Not really in the mood to start an international incident.

My last full day in Dublin was dull, but necessary.  Despite my use of public transport, I had done way too much walking in both Dublin and Cork and my feet were done.  I needed a rest, as much as I didn’t want to admit it.  But I reminded myself that in my current job as permanent tourist, there are no weekends or planned downtime.  You gotta take it when you need it.  I spent the day doing my laundry and writing.  And it was a good, productive day.

My plan from the beginning was to spend a month in Portugal, a month in Greece, a month in the British Isles and then head back to the U.S. to refill my prescriptions, get my mail, and visit my storage facility.  The first two stops went well (if not entirely smoothly), but I couldn’t stay in the U.K. as long as I would have liked because everywhere was too dang expensive.  I wasn’t going to miss out on Dublin, but staying any longer would have eaten up way too much of my travel budget.  Look at it this way; I spent less for three weeks in Greece than for my one week at Beckett Locke.  And of course, after Dublin …

I woke up on travel day, 5/10/23, and had a full-blown temper tantrum.  There was cursing and slamming things around.  It wasn’t pretty.

I do not want to leave Dublin.

I do not want to get on a long plane ride.

I do not want to return to the states.

I was quite happy in my little apartment at Beckett Locke with all its amenities and easy access to transport. There was still so much to do, even though I really needed that day of rest.  Dublin, since the plane ride from Athens, had gotten my creative juices flowing and that’s exactly what I’d hoped to do on this travel journey.  I still can’t believe the week zoomed by so quickly.  Had I planned things out a bit better (or at all), I could have truly maximized my time there.  But I have to be spontaneous …

I sent a WhatsApp to the front desk to call me a cab and before I could blink, it had arrived.  The cabbie was a nice man who started up a conversation.  He asked me what I had seen in the country and how long I’d been there, instantly making me feel guilty for coming to his country and not having a beer.  Before the ride was over, he’d given me multiple suggestions about my next visit to Ireland and I’d told him about all the places I’d been in the last couple of months.  We both agreed that Dublin was too expensive and that Athens was a s%^$hole (his word).  He got me to the airport and hoped I’d return.  Me too, pal.  Me too.

Thus ends the first leg of my European Tour.  Wow, it has been a wild ride.  I will never get over the view from my last place in Funchal.  Never forgetting that bird in Mykonos.  I’m so grateful to have met the three Marias (Funchal, Naxos, and Santorini) and the lovely Valentina in Mykonos.  I do hope you have enjoyed reading about it.  

This next leg is still a mystery even to me.  Can’t wait to see how it turns out.

Dublin Part 1

There’s something to be said for spontaneity.  And sometimes being spontaneous just bites you in the ass.

On to Dublin, Ireland, a city and country I’ve wanted to visit for years.  Like with Greece, I’d bought the calendars featuring the rolling green countryside and dreamed of roaming the land myself.  I’d tried to plan trips in the past, but something would always happen to ruin things.  The first trip I planned got derailed because of a car issue.  The second time, my HVAC system blew up right in front of my eyes (that was a pricey one).  Well, now I got no car and no house.  Time to do this thing.

It’s a 4 ½ hour trip from Athens to Dublin, yet somehow it was still too long.  I think I was just ready to be done with Greece and move on.  The beauty part is that the plane ride only cost 140 euros and I got to listen to the pretty (if sometimes incomprehensible) Irish accents of Aer Lingus.

Beckett Locke, my home for the week, is a strange hotel/dorm hybrid located near the river Laffey.  It’s seven floors of rooms, each equipped with a nice sized bathroom and a small, kitchen stocked with utensils, a washer/dryer combo and dishwasher.  I chose this place 1) because as outrageously expensive as it was, it was still less expensive than some of the other places I’d seen and 2) because Expedia had it located close to 3Arena, a concert venue.  And they weren’t kidding.  The hotel is right next door.  I was shocked.  More on that later.

What I didn’t realize until I arrived is that it’s also a co-working center with lots of amenities.  There’s a full gym, a coffee bar and restaurant in the building (closed during my stay).  My room had a yoga mat in it and the giant swiveling TV touted all the activities the hotel offered.  It would make for a kickass dorm room or a way too small apartment, but for me, it was a pretty sweet hotel room. The only thing I found out-of-place were the grubby looking ceilings.  They were covered with exposed pipes and lighting that made me think the building had been an industrial space that was converted into apartments.

There is a tram just to the right of the building.  I only noticed the tracks on my first day as I searched for a 3-prong adapter for my computer.  The one I’d been using was only for the EU and the UK just has to be special.  There were no trams in sight as I crossed over them to get to the little convenience store.  The desk clerk told me they’d have the adapter but, alas, they didn’t.  The only other places in immediate walking distance were a few restaurants and a hotel.  So, my mission for my first full day was clear.

I looked up the closest electronics store that carried the adapter (Currys in the Jervis Shopping Centre) and promptly got on the good foot as soon as I woke up. Dublin is full of gorgeous architecture and lots of construction.   It feels clean, progressive, and full of life.  I don’t know if it’s because I was located near a college campus or what, but there are a lot of young people here.   They’re zipping around on scooters or the electric bikes that are available all over town to rent.   

It was only later did I realize that the tram that terminates right outside my hotel could have dropped me off at the Jervis Shopping Centre in less than ten minutes, saving me twenty minutes and some wear and tear on my feet.  At least I got my bearings on where everything was located.

Like coffee shops in Portugal, you can’t throw a stick without hitting a pub in Dublin.  There are hawkers out front giving out menus, musicians everywhere, both in the streets and in the pubs, and plenty of choices for real Irish fare.  So, of course, my first meal in the historic pub district was at the Hard Rock Café.  What can I say?  I’m obsessed with proving where I’ve been with my t-shirt choices.  The waiter gave me suggestions on where to visit, such as this little museum or a trip to the shore as it was a lovely day.  I stuck to wandering around aimlessly.  Still really good at that.

I hit the Dublinia museum which houses very immersive history of the Vikings settling Ireland.  There was so much to see in there that I’m sure I missed at least half of it.  The museum is surrounded by historical buildings, churches, and a really nice park. 

I finally figured out the tram system after a day or so.  At least, I thought I had.  I'd bought a ticket and was standing by the scanner next to the tram trying to figure out how it worked.  Sensing my clueless tourist vibe, a lovely Irish man got off the tram to help me.  He explained that having the ticket on me was enough and there was no need to scan it (that was only necessary for the hard tram cards, not my 7-day paper ticket).  There would occasionally be someone on the tram to check the tickets, but otherwise I was good to go.  Thank you, kind sir.

I was surprised by how much Gaelic is spoken in the city.  I don't know why, but I thought the language was more traditional than a living language.  Even the signage is in both English and Gaelic.  Everyone speaks English, but it was interesting to hear them speaking Gaelic to each other.

Guinness rules everything here.  Not only can you go to the bottling facility to take a tour, but the marketing is everywhere.  So is the beer as it is not just a draw for tourists but a big favorite of the locals.  I stopped by a tiny café run by Asians that advertised a full Irish breakfast.  The place was insanely popular – the staff didn’t even have time to clear a table before someone else was sitting down.  They served good food for a decent price and yes, you could get your breakfast with an Irish coffee or a half-pint of Guinness.

Just a note about my breakfast at that café.  As I was eating, a group of six guys, probably in their twenties, all came in together.  The place was small, as I mentioned, so they couldn’t sit together, but it didn’t matter.  They were a bunch of mates meeting for a meal.  Then two more of their friends came in to join them.  I didn’t know how they knew each other or if this was a regular thing for them.  What struck me was their ability to gather so many people in one place.  I had a friend who lived in another state and I could never get her to come to Atlanta for a weekend (I had a friend).  How do you get eight guys to drag themselves out of bed, remember the café and the time, and stumble in for some bacon and fellowship?  Who has seven friends in this day and age?  The whole thing was fascinating to me.

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.

                                                                    Super Paradise

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.

                                                                               Rhenia

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.