A Moment in Mykonos

A Moment in Mykonos

Over the past few weeks my Greek man and I have been on our summer travels, visiting Greek relatives, eating too much meat and ice cream (not together), and illegally throwing toilet paper down the loo (something that is not allowed in Greece or Cyprus due to their pre-historic sewage system).

On the first part of our hols we soaked up the sun in Mykonos, a popular Greek island destination which makes up part of the Cyclades, lying between Tinos, Syros, Paros and Naxos (don’t get confused-os).

In Greek mythology Mykonos was the location of the battle between Zeus and the Titans, and the island was named in honour of Mykons, son of Anios who was a son of Apollo and nymph named Rio. (You never know when you might need this information!).

We stayed at the beautiful Petinos Beach Hotel which sits right on the golden beach of Platis Gialos, a superb location with easy access to the whole island – a bus stop and boat stop can be found right outside the hotel.

Mykonos is famed as a cosmopolitan destination amongst the Greek islands and widely recognised as one of the great party meccas, with exquisite fine-sand beaches and clear blue-green waters. I had been warned that Mykonos is generally known as…well…a very male-friendly place, but that still didn’t prepare me for the extremely high level of testosterone wafting around the island.

On our first day we visited Super Paradise Beach. Personally, I think the word Paradise should be taken out and replaced with a different word, because never have I seen so many gay, nude bodybuilders all in one place. The right side of the beach is known to be the nudist part, for men and women, although I am quite certain that the number of male bits on show far outweighed the female bits.

The outrageously camp Jackie O Bar sits on top of the beach with a stairwell snaking up the side, just below the famous church of Paraportiani. Passing a nude jewellery seller on the way (with just a hand-designed, circular medallion tied onto a piece of string around her waist to cover her modesty), we made our way halfway up to the bar and promptly decided to run straight back down again after I realised that there were absolutely no women in the vicinity, and several hungry eyes were beginning to ravish my Greek man.

Around the corner, Paradise Beach offers a similar party atmosphere to Super Paradise, but with less nudity. The music starts thumping at around 4pm with scantily clad men and women dancing on tables and generally living it large.

The most upmarket beach, Psarou, was near our hotel. Widely recognised as a celebrity hotspot, it was reported that one Arab billionaire purchased a £120,000 bottle of champagne, simply to spray over his feet. Apparently they were a bit hot.

The level of pretention here was quite evident, with the middle of the beach decked out with the most expensive-looking sunbeds I have ever seen, all reserved of course. When my husband attempted to ask how much the sunbeds were he was dismissed with a wave of a hand and told that “they are not for you.” I was tempted to stride up to the git myself and tell him exactly where he could shove his sunbed, but we managed to find some almost equally-expensive looking chairs on the other side of the beach.

The highlight of our daily beach visits was when my husband was accosted by Dsquared designers Dean and Dan Caten, who apparently are regulars to the island.

When I say accosted, what actually happened was that we were parading up and down the beach (that’s how you get the best tan), and had to tiptoe around Dean and Dan who were lounging right at the front of the beach, sunbeds almost in the water. As I walked by I noticed Dean (or was it Dan?) staring at someone behind me, and suddenly heard them drawl, “Hey man, great shorts.”

I looked around to see my Greek man (proudly wearing his DSquared swim shorts) grinning like a Cheshire cat and giving the guys a thumbs up sign. Later he lamented that he had not stopped to chat further with the two D’s who clearly wanted to know a bit more about his choice of swimwear.

Well life is sometimes full of regretful moments.

If you are not a beach person (then why the hell are you on a Greek island?!), Mykonos still has plenty to offer with several historical attractions as well as the main town.

Each night, we took the short bus ride to the town and spent our evenings drooling over the exquisite handmade goods in the boutique and designer shops, and trying desperately to find our way through the labyrinth of tiny cobbled streets.

In the western part of the town sit one of the most recognised landmarks of Mykonos – the 16th century windmills. From here you can walk down the stairs to Little Venice (Alefkandra), a district located right by the sea, where you can enjoy a very expensive cocktail and watch the breath-taking sunset.

The island is dotted with small white churches everywhere you go and there are several museums for the more cultured traveller.

Unfortunately we spent so much time getting lost in the town and greedily over-indulging in eating, shopping and sun worshipping that we didn’t have time to visit every attraction, although we explored as much as we could. We even took a boat trip around the entire island, complete with a barbeque lunch and a dip in a secluded beach.

The island itself is quite dry and devoid of any greenery, which makes it not as pretty as other Greek islands I have visited such as Skiathos, Skopolos and Cephalonia. However the advantage to a dry island is that nasty little wasps and flies are rarely seen and for once I was able to enjoy a holiday without gassing myself with insect-repellent!

So if you are looking for a beautiful beach-break filled with muscular men in tight shorts, and don’t mind spending hours trying to find your way out of an intricate maze of cobbled streets, then Mykonos is definitely for you.

Next stop: Santorini!

P.S. We even got a mention on the frescobol racquet website TRIBEWOOD!

Tribe Wood - Racquets with soul

Tribe Wood – Racquets with soul


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  1. 23rd September 2013 / 8:13 pm

    I didn’t realize Super Paradise was really a gay area. When we were there in August there were a lot of nude women, but they were all with guys. I didn’t notice any in Jackie O either. Maybe it’s because when we were there, most of the people around were off of our cruise ship as well. So interesting!

    Hope you enjoy Santorini!

    • EBotziou
      23rd September 2013 / 9:34 pm

      Haha! Such different experiences hope you enjoyed your hol! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • EBotziou
      21st September 2013 / 11:07 pm

      Love that song!

  2. 20th September 2013 / 2:12 pm

    Great video! It sure looks like you had a great time! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. 20th September 2013 / 12:13 pm

    Absolutely stunning footage, photos and writings… you are indeed blessed Ekaterina! ‘One day’, I will visit this part of the world. Warmest, JCD.

  4. 20th September 2013 / 12:10 pm

    Nice photos Ekaterina ๐Ÿ™‚ Looks like you guys had a blast! Hope you enjoy Santorini just as much!

    • EBotziou
      20th September 2013 / 12:11 pm

      Thanks Athina! xx

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