Greek Island Hopping

This is the ultimative Greek island hopping adventure - without masses of people and schedules.

I' m sated in the petrol-smelling intestines of a Greek boat. The landing stage gradually descended to uncover the sun-drenched yacht harbour of Mykonos, and, carried away by the swarming out of the boat, I found myself at the foot of captain José Esteban. There are no more Greek island hopping with schedules.

Jose was grown tenacious and tenacious like a nut. We would travel to the Cyclades - a ring of 220 sunken hills (except the Santorini volcano), which lie southeast of the continent and for the first case test a new circuit from Mykonos. When José informed us about how the ship worked, the breeze grabbed his sound and tossed it to the gulls that were spinning at our heck.

"It' s what makes this place so exciting," said José. It is these blasts that gave the Aegean its name - it is ancient Greek for "jumping goats", which seafarers thought were similar to the windswept outwaves. "At supper the breeze will tell us what is possible," José answered. We were blown up to the harbour of Parikia on the island of Paros.

Climbing up the precipitous roads littered with fuchsias and bougainvilleas, we reached its most prominent symbol, the Panagia Ekatontapiliani. Gold-plated sunrays were spraying the heap of whitewashed homes far below, the ripples foamed soundlessly from this equator. Next day the high rocks of the volcano Santorini appeared above the canoe.

On our way back to the ocean we turned Monet around Santorini's south tip and stepped into the wide arch of the volcano craters. Jose gave me the wheel: "You can now say that you have travelled the celebrated Santorini calendera. "We' re going to places they can't reach," said José at the helm. The Greek writer Homer, writer of the Iliad and the Ulysses, is inhumed.

Meanwhile we have walked around the ship like experienced sailors: lift the anchors, lift the fender and throw cables to dock. Naxos, the biggest of the Cyclades, is famous for its Portara (gate), which lies in front of the Parthenon in Athens and sits on a hill with a view of the seas.

The island has more than half a million olives, some of which are more than 400 years old. The last stop was Delos, an island in the Cyclades. So we were abandoned with the iguanas and freshwater lilacs and freshwater fish.

It' turned out that while some of the island are now known for lucky hour and takeaways gyro (pitas), other things don't get changed. For a long time in front of us we followed the same hidden waterways as seafarers and saw the sides of the island with a smaller ship for thousands of years intact.