Bypassing Delos once again as we had last year, the Marina
anchored at Mykonos in the morning even though the winds were kicking up swells
and white water in a big way. The waves
were actually higher than they were last year when the Captain of the Nautica elected
not to anchor there because of the winds.
One of the passengers, who had taken it personally when the Captain of
another ship cost him a visit to Guernsey Island, told me it’s always the
Captain’s discretion whether or not to anchor in a particular situation. Since we have an Italian Captain at the
moment, that didn’t give me comfort given what happened to the Costa Concordia.
Mykonos is advertised
as one of the most popular tourist destinations in Europe. It shows.
There are wall-to-wall people, lots of whitewash, lots of tourist shops,
and lots of cafes. We made our way along
the quay where Dwight found a nice café where he settled in with an ouzo while
I reconnoitered. This is beginning to
sound like a pattern. As promised, I
managed to get turned around and lost in the maze of little streets that all
look alike, passing through Little Venice and seeing about all there was to see
in a short time. If Disney has not
recreated this already, I’m sure they will. (I'm just bummed because we didn't go to Delos. Between taxi strikes and tour guide strikes, the Greeks are fast losing my good will. They should get a little motivation from the Turks.)
I found a nice restaurant within shouting distance of the tender
embarkation point; we ate well, and rocked and rolled our way back to the
ship. All-in-all, a pleasant day in the
Greek sun spent on the island of Mykonos.
Back on the ship, we had to have our bags packed and out in
the hall by 10:30. It would be hard to
say good-bye to our home for 20 days, but, on the other hand, we were looking
forward to a dry land experience.
Packing is always a pain.
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