For the last time on the boat we woke up to the sulfury sick smells emanating from our bathrooms, packed up and said goodbye. Our new accommodation was a guest house on the island and the owner there kindly agreed to come and pick us up. He took us to a fantastically large room with a real bathroom on a sunny high spot on the island. We spent the day out walking and ran into half of the people from our tour who were also looking around before heading off. That night, the owner of the guest house came and told us that our ferry we had booked in a couple of days would not be running due to strikes. We were essentially stuck on the island and too tired to deal with it. It went on the to-do list for the morning.
We woke up late and with our minds still thinking we were on a rocking boat. It so happened to be the day of the big game back home, which we had almost zero access to. We read the commentary updates for the New Zealand vs France rugby game until half time then went out to speak to the ferry company. On the way we ran into Kim and Jarryd, one of the couples from the tour who were still on the island and looking for a ferry too. We were all ready to give the office a stir up in case of a no-refund situation but the war-preparation was unneeded and we were promised out refunds were already on the way. We headed home to find some flights instead. Flying really is preferable but as a more expensive option we were not impressed and sick of the Greece strikes, and left wondering how it can help their economy if the tourists can’t spend their money. On a positive note, we came home to the news that the All Blacks had won. After looking at some of the photos online, and with a crisis averted, we went out for cheap lunch and a bit of entertainment as we first watched a man do a three-point turn by getting out of his car and pushing it, followed by a man who got on his scooter, picked up his medium-sized dog like a baby and sped off. We walked about two minutes and found a place that hired quad bikes. The guy didn’t seem so keen on us but accepted our money, and with a 20 second lesson, a reminder to stay on the right, we were off. Slowly. We had a pretty but unintended tour of the area before finding the famous ‘Paradise Beach’. Not so paradise-y in mid-October, we sat on the beach and read for an hour in our jerseys, jeans and scarves. That’s determination. We weren’t determined enough to get our togs wet however. That night we met up with Kim and Jarryd again for dinner and drinks, where we were first given two free shots each by our waiter at the restaurant, and another one by the guy behind the bar. On the way, we didn’t think we would get the opportunity, but we ran into Petros. Petros (or Peter) is the giant resident pelican of Mykonos. He is famous. He’s on half the magnets and post cards in the souvenir stalls on the island, and there he was, in front of a group of us after multiple drinks in the middle of the street. We giggled a lot and tried to get close enough to touch him, but the beak was very scary looking and he really was huge. In all our travels thus far, the most intimidating wildlife we had encountered, just to happened to be Petros, the friendly (?) pelican.
In the morning we took our quad out to find a more sheltered beach. The bar worker the night before had told us of a particular area where both Madonna and Nicholas Cage own houses. We found it and took some photos but couldn’t see either of them. Unfortunately it was even colder than the day before so we turned around and headed back to town. The bike was good fun anyway and we somehow managed to mostly stay on the right side of the road and not cause any accidents. We had one last walk around the town and a cruisy evening getting ready for the big day to follow.