Mykonos, for me, is a bye word for the party excesses of Greek Island holidays and, although we found a couple of beach front hotels which would qualify, the actual old town of Mykonos was a complete surprise. A pleasant one; crowded, crammed with shops overtly aimed at tourists but retaining it’s original charm.
We left Delos in search of an anchorage from which we could go ashore to visit Mykonos. We tried two on the south west corner of the island but the first, in Ormos Ornos, was in front of a noisy hotel, full of private mooring buoys or too deep to swing to our anchor. The next bay along was fronted by another loud hotel and would have required using my new long mooring lines to tie back to the rocks, a lot of work for an unappealing location. Plan C was Mykonos Marina. No answer on the VHF and it was packed when we got there so we headed south, passed the Old Port (only allows super yachts dharling) and found an anchorage a half mile further south. (Plan E was Return to Rinia) We spent the night there and set off ashore in the morning.
We’d initially planned to take the tender into the Old Port but passing what is apparently called ‘Little Venice’ we saw a beach with a tender hauled up on to it; we went for that instead and dragged ‘Windy’ up onto the beach and left her tied to a rock right below the line of old windmills which are a bit of an icon in Mykonos.
Having come almost directly from the Theatre Quarter of Delos it wasn’t hard to imagine that this was how Delos may have looked back in the day!
When we found our way to the old port I was glad we’d not come this far in the tender. Very picturesque but no where in the small fishing harbour I’d have felt happy to leave ‘Windy’.
Returning I discovered that as the wind had shifted around and picked up a touch we had in fact dragged our anchor. We had made sure it was well dug in, as we do each time we drop it, and used a generous amount of chain but when there is a significant wind shift this will twist the anchor out of the sea bed and until it digs back in it drags. We gave it another good hard pull to make sure it was well and truly dug in again, and I went to physically look at it. Then we rigged the awning and spent the afternoon reading and blogging.
I have to say that Mykonos was a really pleasant surprise. We thoroughly enjoyed wandering around the narow back streets browsing in the shops.
Tomorrow we’re heading south to Naoussa, a town on a large bay on the north coast of Paros, to spend a few days there as the Meltemi returns. From Paros we are within an overnight passage of Kos so even if the Meltemi sets in for a fortnight we will still be there for the 22nd to meet Lu.