Mykonos to Athens (pictures to come)

After arriving in Mykonos via one of the fast ferries, we rented mopeds, drove up to the Northern part of the island to check out a few beaches before heading back to get cleaned up for dinner. We ate at a restaurant called El Greco which was right on the coastline. Our table overlooked the water and we sat down to eat a lovely meal watching cruise ships dock and listening to the waves crash. Steph got adventurous and tried some seafood risotto… apparently it was awesome but hard work to eat since she had to de-shell everything!

After dinner we decided it was time to check out Mykonos Centre. Steph and Mark opted to ride the bus in while Susanne and Chelsea went on their trusty little moped. We were moving right along on our way down to the centre when we rounded a corner and a police officer pulled us over into what looked like a checkpoint… we weren’t speeding! Hmmm… why are getting directed to the side of the road? Oh well, we’re not about to argue with police officers in a foreign country so we pull over. These two women come over dressed like they are ready to hit the town. One of them whips out a badge and says that we have to get off the bike so that they can search us for drugs and other illegal substances… they are undercover narcotics officers! Phew… at least we know we’re not getting a ticket at this point but are still a little nervous as you can imagine. They search through everything we have… seriously inspecting hand sanitizer and lip gloss as possible drugs… then they come across Susanne’s back medication.. uh oh… they are a little concerned about this one and ask a bunch of questions but luckily let us off because her name is on the bottle.

Back on the road again! We drive towards the downtown until we have to stop and park the moped because it is illegal to drive in the downtown area. We start walking through what it called “Little Venice” a massive labyrinth off shops, bars and restaurants that all look the EXACT same. It’s a pretty lively place with a lot of young people… music blasting through the narrow streets and people everywhere. We start making mental reminders of how to get back to the moped but it wasn’t easy. Believe it or not, we actually run into Steph and Mark who were also downtown for a stroll and eventually find our way out!

Thursday was spent sightseeing the most beautiful and popular beaches and getting the last few swims in and rays caught before heading back into a sweltering Athens. Mykonos is very different from Santorini. Santorini’s famous white and blue churches are white and red in Mykonos, buildings look a bit more square versus the round roofs in Santorini; we saw no wineries on our travels here whereas Santorini is full of them due to the volcanic rock which apparently is a haven for wines to grow due to the rich soil. Mykonos, however, has the kind of white, sandy beaches you see in pictures whereas most of Santorini’s beaches we visited were more “pebbly”.

Mykonos is definitely a party island. It starts with the number of 20 something’s on the ferries, continues with mopeds flying around with young girls in bikinis with flowing hair and huge sunglasses and then ends in the late hours with parties downtown. Beaches and streets are pretty empty in the mornings, as the island seems to “sleep in” from the night before. Christina, who runs the pension we stayed in, told us that you often see 3 or 4 people on a moped at 8 a.m in the morning (likely still inebriated) coming home from all night parties. A nearby bakery serves as something close to Halifax’s pizza corner and makes a killing off these folks who are starving in the mornings after partying all night and stuff themselves with pastries and bread. So glad we got to experience this island where many famous rich Greeks have homes. We overlooked one of such homes from our balcony. Socrates (forgot his last name) who owns a soccer team, is a millionaire and had a home built into the cliff with an elevator which was blasted into the rock and which ends within the cliff below where his yacht is docked. Just like James Bond. His home is guarded by guys who apparently carry machine guns, which Christina found out when she used Socrates’ driveway once to turn her car around. The lifestyle of the rich and famous, fun to have a glimpse at it.

We got back into Athens late in the evening and made our way to our new home for two nights, Athenstyle. We happened to arrive back in Athens on the first full moon in August” the one day of the year where as Acropolis is not lit up by the usual floodlights but is open for the public to view it in the bright moonlight. Chels and Susanne climbed the slippery marble stairs once again to view this spectacle and counted themselves quite lucky to be able to witness this fairly unique event at around 12:30 a.m. or so with hundreds of other visitors before it closed at 1:30 a.m.
Athenstyle Hostel is close to Monastariki Square right next to Athens’ flea market where we spent most of today, our last day. Great location with a view of the Acropolis from our patio. Chels and Susanne wanted to see the 2004 Olympic Stadium and made their way via Metro and bus. The outcome was a bit of a surprise. A huge complex which everyone surely remembers from TV broadcasts, but surprisingly very little of it is used today and most of the site looks desolate and like a ghost town. Pools are empty, weeds are growing and we could not even find one set of the Olympic rings anywhere. Not etched into stones or buildings, only a few signs of the “Olympic Stadium” or “Tennis Courts” remain but without them, one would not be able to draw the parallel from the remaining pools, indoor pools, stadiums etc. to the 2004 Olympic games. Quite amazing really. All this money spent on them and no use of what were incredible facilities after 5 years already.

So here we are, all packed for our 3:30 a.m. departure to the airport tomorrow (in 4 hours), hanging around as little group of four in our room with Greek television in the background asking the famous question one seems to ask at the end of every trip. “Ready to go home?” Yes and No. It was a fabulous trip with so many great memories, but I guess we are all lucky to have the kinds of lives at home that we also miss.

So we are on our way home to see friends and family we missed, but as soon as we get home, we will likely all start planning our next trip. If we are not doing so already…. ;-)

Will drop another note during our travels home maybe if we have another experience such as Conair…cheers.

*Pictures are coming in the next few days!