Mykonos island Greece gaytravelsolo
This is the Ibiza of Greece. A beautiful island in the Cyclades, which looks just like the postcards: white little houses with flowers and blue windows and doors, hand painted streets, windmills, pigeon keepers, chimneys, lots of little churches and wonderful restaurants and cafes.
Many of the Greek "jetsetters" either have a house here or visit every summer, and the nightlife is very developed. You will see a lot of eccentrics especially at night time. Even though it is a party-island, it is not as loud as for example Ios and Kos, so you can get sleep at night.
Mykonos has a reputation for being a summer resort for mainly gay men, which is not entirely true. The gay audience is present, but it is also a glamorous place for the rich and famous, which is painfully clear to whoever has a look at the prices on the menus.
The island was once very poor, and the people tried to survive on fishing and stock breeding on the harsh land. A major industry was also ship construction. Tourism has turned the economy over since it started in the 1950's and the locals have a double attitude towards this: it may have saved the economy but some also feel that it has taken over too much.
Architecture: With the exception of Mykonos town, Chora, all over Mykonos you will see the typical Cycladic cubist style of architecture. Small, often single storey white cubes sprinkled over the landscape like little iced cakes. Mykonos town however offers a different architectural style that is unique in the area. Here, flanking the narrow winding streets are buildings reminiscent of a medieval style.
Every house is reached via a flight of straight steps, parallel to the road, whilst the space underneath these steps was traditionally kept for storage. Atop the steps is a wooden painted balcony that sometimes projects over the road to nearly touch the balcony of the house across the street. Here too, you will find a change from the ubiquitous blue and white decor of Greece. In Mykonos town the wooden structures of every house are painted in a rainbow of colours, against the whitewashed walls and blue sky, the effect is absolutely delightful.
Landscape: Outside of the capital Chora there are very few densely populated areas. Villages and hamlets scatter the hillsides. In some areas there is fairly intensive development of holiday complexes, although it must be said, in a very low-key and sympathetic way. Being an island that receives the four winds head on, there are very few trees in the landscape. this, together with the rocks and boulders strewn across the terrain, give a strange and desolate feeling to the island that contrasts starkly to the sophisticated busyness of its main town.
Mykonos island Greece gay travel solo Part Two
Two years later, I went back to Santorini and wished
that I would have the chance to meet my greek god again
for we forgot to exchange our e-mail address that night…..
Sadly, I stayed at the same hotel for a week but he was
never there, silly me?
Unwillingly, I went to Mykonos for the owner of the hotel said
that Mykonos is a fun place for gay travelling…. & I should go.
When the Island ferry parked at the dock, One handsome man
shouted out my name loudly, " Robin, Robin…"
OMG! He is my handsome greek god. He told me that he came
back to Santorini for a few times and he told the owner of the hotel
to do him a favour. That is to send me to Mykonos if it is meant to
be……. I guess, it is my destiny!
That year, he gave me two three month rail pass on valentine's day and we travelled around Europe like two love birds, from Rome to Paris; Athens to Nice; Black Forest to Pisa; London to Zurich…….
That was a wonderful valentine gift, forever and ever……….
STORY
Greek god in Santorini
Cindy, Tina & i (robin) went to Greece a
few years ago. Tina suggested to go
shopping
one afternoon but Shopping is not my
thing. So i went to the sandy beach alone.
While i was picking up some volcano rocks
at the shore, a handsome young man
walked by. He was shirtless, showing his
hairy sexy well-built chest. His eyes were
deep blue, just like his tight peacock-blue
jeans. He glanced at me and walked....
Before entering the narrow path up the cliff,
he looked back with a seductive smile.
My heart was pounding like crazy but i followed
him anyway. He was leaning against one
big rock, playing with his perky giant man nipple.
I could not control myself. I walked close to
him slowly. He smiled and held my hand to his
hairy chest. We kissed softly. I run my fingers
across his hairy firm chest, the most gentle way,
like a feather.
He closed his eyes and moaned...............
It was a windy afternoon so we stopped
and left the beach, without saying a word....
Having dinner with my girlfriends at a greek
restaurant, i still kept thinking about
the naughty afternoon, his hairy chest.
After a few drinks, we headed back to our motel.
Suddenly, I found my greek god, standing
at the reception,
checking his messages with the staff. We chatted
like nothing happened. He was staying at one
south-side bungalow facing the sea. He said
his room's view
is very nice and can see the moon from the balcony.
Tina and Cindy were exhausted after shopping so
they went back to their room.
We talked for a few minutes and he smiled.......
He said he brought a bottle of local red wine in the
afternoon and asked if i would like to join him for a
glass or two...................
we never had time to watch the view and moonlight
.... and the rest was history.... .... and the memory is still fresh....Cindy, Tina & i (robin) went to Greece a
few years ago. Tina suggested to go
shopping
one afternoon but Shopping is not my
thing. So i went to the sandy beach alone.
While i was picking up some volcano rocks
at the shore, a handsome young man
walked by. He was shirtless, showing his
hairy sexy well-built chest. His eyes were
deep blue, just like his tight peacock-blue
jeans. He glanced at me and walked....
Before entering the narrow path up the cliff,
he looked back with a seductive smile.
My heart was pounding like crazy but i followed
him anyway. He was leaning against one
big rock, playing with his perky giant man nipple.
I could not control myself. I walked close to
him slowly. He smiled and held my hand to his
hairy chest. We kissed softly. I run my fingers
across his hairy firm chest, the most gentle way,
like a feather.
He closed his eyes and moaned...............
It was a windy afternoon so we stopped
and left the beach, without saying a word....
Having dinner with my girlfriends at a greek
restaurant, i still kept thinking about
the naughty afternoon, his hairy chest.
After a few drinks, we headed back to our motel.
Suddenly, I found my greek god, standing
at the reception,
checking his messages with the staff. We chatted
like nothing happened. He was staying at one
south-side bungalow facing the sea. He said
his room's view
is very nice and can see the moon from the balcony.
Tina and Cindy were exhausted after shopping so
they went back to their room.
We talked for a few minutes and he smiled.......
He said he brought a bottle of local red wine in the
afternoon and asked if i would like to join him for a
glass or two...................
we never had time to watch the view and moonlight
.... and the rest was history.... ....
and the memory is still fresh....
when you say nothing at all
