Saturday, 25 September 2010

Greek Island Hopping Adventure, Delos & Mykonos.

Seasick Steve is an American Blues musician, his name derives from a bout of sea sickness during the short sea journey from Norway to Denmark . Well on waking this morning and looking out at the churning sea, I felt like my new name would soon be a version of ‘Seasick Steve’; I am not a good sailor.
We were to visit the sacred Island of Delos. The island of Delos is located at the centre of the circular ring of islands called the Cyclades is one of the most important mythological, historical and archaeological sites in Greece. It is the island where Leto gave birth to Apollo and Artemis, The tour boat leaves from the old Mykonos Town harbour every day, except Monday it departs at 09.00/10.00/11.00. We went down to the harbour and I looked at the three tour boats with trepidation, a bit like the fairy tale Goldilocks and the Three Bears; there was a big, medium size and very small boat. But you did not have a choice. The return ride cost 12 Euros and we were shown on to the largest craft; The Margarita. The upper deck in the sun was already packed, so I was confined to the lower deck. This had a small area at the back outside and very old fashioned plastic covered seating in side. The crossing took 35 minutes so was not to bad, as we left the boat we were told the return times; 12.00/ 13.30/and 15.00. We could get any of these.
Entry into the site of Delos was 5 Euros. The site was large and far more interesting than i had imagined.

The famous Delos Lions are great, looking like modern art. In the residential area, with it remains of roads, walls and mosaics it is easy to imagine the people of the ancient civilisations living here. Having spent a fascinating few hours we made our way to the ‘Commercial Harbour’. Docked there was ‘Orcra’ our very small return vessel. Well this time I would have to go up top. The top deck was crowded, but once we got underway, and the rough seas started to soak every one, quite a few went below. I was quite bedraggled and very wet when we returned to Mykonos....but I was not Sea sick!

The Town of Mykonos is a maze of whitewashed houses, churches and windmills. It is beautiful and immaculate, once I had changed out of my wet clothing we got lost in the winding alleyways. Debating if this design was to stop pirates or the wind. It would have been effective at both. I did manage to find my way back to Minima Gallery as I wanted the name of the artist of my picture. The gallery was closed, the owner was sat on the step. He told us that a family from Dubai had brought the whole collection on display in the gallery that afternoon, the same had occurred in the gallery across the street. That night at dinner, the pavement next to the tavern was very noisy and diners were disrupted as all the art works started to be moved out of the small town. This caused outrage from our waiter who informed us that no vehicles were allowed to be used in the streets of Mykonos Town at night and he objected to the fact that just because someone was rich, from overpriced oil and petrol, paid for by us consumers of Europe, that they could command the whole town behave in such a way. He said we should all boycott the next raise in the oil price He had a point.