It was late August as my husband and I landed – after a rather rough ferry ride from Athens – on the Greek Island of Mykonos. After a (thankfully) short and not-so-exciting stay in Athens, we weren’t expecting too much from Mykonos, to be painfully honest. We were, however, proved very wrong as it turned out to be – without any exaggeration – the most exciting place I’ve ever been to in my life. The island was magical, through and through.
The first thing that struck me about the place was the fashion – and the gloriously well-dressed men. There were people who looked like they just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. It was Milan, Paris, New York and London, all rolled into one. From high-end designer clothes to super-sleek hair and matching accessories, it was fashion week every day in Mykonos Town. What one needed to place there was a runway and maybe a couple of cameras. If they filmed Mykonos, no-one would bother watching fashion-themed TV series such as ‘Gossip Girl’. Okay, maybe that’s a bit too much but yes, indeed, the amount of fashion in that little dot of an island had me impressed.
We chose to stay in Paradise Beach Resort, whose website read, ‘A place where you can give in to the true pleasures of life’. Oh, how we couldn’t wait to experience THAT.
The air-conditioned beach cabins were compact and perfect and within 2 minutes walk to the most happening area in the island. A 
mostly young and loud crowd, the place is perfect for those in their 20s – and maybe 30s – to exhaust themselves with non-stop partying and making new friends.Never a big fan of Greek food, I wasn’t particularly impressed with anything other than their gyros. The meat dishes were usually dry and the (in)famous Greek Salad didn’t taste as spectacular as it looked.
The beaches weren’t exactly breath-taking but then again, Mykonos – unlike Santorini – is not predominantly known for its beauty. It is a place to unwind, party and enjoy the sight of gorgeous white structures and houses, unexpected fairy-tale views from various hilltops and pretty narrow streets. What more can someone in their 20sask for? Having witnessed Ibiza’s heavily commercialised party scene, I have to admit, Mykonos would make a much better choice for those looking to have a wicked time.
Thronging with tourists, early August would probably be the best time to visit – lots of interesting people from all over the world and an almost-perfect weather. Accommodation is not too pricey if booked well in advance and the food may be expensive at fancy places but small little corner restaurants have the most affordable treats.
With a raw, super island-y feel to the place, friendly folks, cute streets and shops and tons of action, you will not want to leave for weeks. We, on the other hand, had to go back to work and grudgingly left after an unforgettable four-day trip.
Rendezvous with Ruba 