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Waking in Mykonos and knowing it is the last port. So: the beach, the sun, and no agenda whatsoever.

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Last Call in Mykonos

It is a bittersweet thing, waking somewhere as good as Mykonos and knowing it is the last port of call. We have previously visited Mykonos so we decided again to head to the beach for sun and relaxation. We made our way to the city bus station within easy walking distance of the old town and bought tickets for the Elia Beach.

The white terminal building at the Mykonos tender pier, passengers crossing the patterned grey paving in front of it.
Ashore at Mykonos

So off we went and 20 minutes later we were in our beach loungers with a button at our disposal to summon food and drink. The sand and surf were gorgeous!

A beach of wooden loungers under thatched parasols, turquoise water and swimmers beyond.
The beach, again, and no apology

After a good three hours we hopped back on the last bus and returned to the port and our ship.

Mykonos town seen low across the water, a long line of white buildings against a bare hillside.
Last look

We had one more evening with our new friends and the wonderful staff but first the dreaded final cruise night packing and positioning of the luggage. Later that night we exchanged hugs and contact info with friends far and wide. Tomorrow we disembark for a couple days in Athens before flying home.

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