Geoff and Debbie Davidson have arrived, James and I have to split up to meet them at the ferry, because the traffic on the ferry comes off and splits east or west. We take a cab back to Finikas, stow gear and jump on the next bus back to Ermoupolis.
We stroll around town and in the convoluted alleys with the best restaurants. It’s warm, blue skies and finally not blowing a gale of a meltemi. We settle on a restaurant, Archontariki Thalassa and have mezzes for lunch, sharing salads and kebabs and grilled haloumi and sit down to catch up on gossip from Sydney and the RSYS.
There seems no quieter time than Sunday afternoon on a Greek Island. The bustle of the work week or Saturday night’s passegiata seems to go completely still and only four wander around Hermoupoli streets and laneways looking over bays and beaches. The clearness of the water surrounding us is dazzling.
We finally succumb to the heat and stop for a drink at Ploes Cafe in Vaporia. Down an alley with a lookout of blue azure, we could stop for awhile and contemplate the catamaran that seemed to be sailing nowhere. The meltemi had eased but it was still very strong in the channel between Syros and Tinos.
.We woke on Monday, filled the water tanks and said goodbye to Nikos, the wonderful Harbourmaster of Finikas Marina and took off for Mykonos.
The meltemi causes a jet effect once we are out of the relatively calm waters of Syros. We can see Tinos off to the east and Mykonos down to our south east. The wind picks up and so do the short choppy waves and confused seas. Geoff steered to give us a more comfortable ride and also because there is almost nothing Geoff would rather do than steer a boat. The winds seem to alternate between five knots and fifty knots.
Mykonos is very unlike most of the islands we have been to so far, sailing into the busy harbour after quiet Finikas was almost a culture shock. There is no lee until you are fully in the harbour, trying to bring in the sails in high winds while dancing between inter-island ferries, local sea bus ferries and fishing boats. At one point I hear a calm Geoff say ” Well Merro, do we have a plan?”.
Mykonos looks quiet in the photo above, doesn’t it? Mykonos is Greece’s answer to St. Tropez. Dazzling, commercial, frenetic and beautiful, but the old beauty shines through.
