Greece - Mykonos

1Jul-3Jul15, Mykonos, Greece.

Our 2hr ferry crossing took us across the Aegean Sea from Santorini to Mykonos, an island in the Cyclades group. On arrival at the new port we were picked up and driven 2mins down the road to our accommodation for the next two nights.

The Maxis Palace in Tourlos was one of the few affordable options in this very expensive ‘glamour’ island of Greece.

Mykonos is popularly known for its summer party atmosphere, we were hoping to avoid this, we were planning to stay well away from the music blasting party beaches.

Fortunately too, we were slightly early for the high-season crowds, cruise-ship crowds could reach 15,000 tourists a day for this small island.

It was good to catch the local ferry from the new port into the centre of Mykonos town (aka Hora). Chris and Lachlan made a game out of walking on the painted white lines as we explored the whitewashed Cycladic maze of this traditional town.

We squeezed through the waterfront restaurants alongside the rows of fishing houses at Little Venice. This was considered one of the most romantic spots on the island, but it was too squashed to stop for long so we carried on to the iconic windmills ahead.

Up on the hill above Mykonos Town we posed beside the landmark 16^th century windmills. The windmills were built by the Venetians to mill flour. They were in use until the 20^th century.

It wasn’t hard to see why they had been sited here. Standing in a row overlooking the sea, the famous “Kato Mili” harnessed the strong northern winds, it took our breath away (and my dress).

Looking back over Mykonos was an amazing site, but far less dramatic then Santorini.

Having failed to spot ‘Petros the Pelican’ (official mascot of Mykonos for over 50 years), we made our way back down into the glitzy lanes in search of dinner.

We found a lovely verandah fronted restaurant where we could sit and look along the narrow lane, observing the boldly dressed women and well-groomed men popping in and out of the chic boutiques.

Dinner was a Shish-kebab, not too traditional, but we did have our final frozen Greek yogurt too.

Mykonos airport was not a great final impression. We spent our final couple of hours squashed into a non-air-conditioned departure room, it was hot, awaiting our delayed EasyJet flight to Rome.