Onward to Paros

Vaneglis (25, very handsome), drove me to the port along with two others, a lovely young couple from Brazil. They spoke no English or Greek – Vangelis and I speak no Spanish or Portuguese. hand signals, smiles and the waving around of ferry tickets confirmed they were on my boat. The commercial port of Mykonos…

When life gives you lemons – go to Mykonos

There is a lemon tree on a bit of land outside my hotel terrace. I know it is a lemon tree among the olives, because what I thought were limes are turning yellow. As my freind had supplied me with a miniture gin to take away with me – what better than a fresh Greek…

Up, up and away!

There was no luxuriating in an airport hotel for me. The late night banging of doors and close proximity to the runway quickly shattered those illusions. Flights from Heathrow take off and land throughout the night, and the turnover of roaring engines is both alarming and a wonder or logistics. No need for the 5.30am…

The start of something different

In my day job, the beginning of any story has to contain what, why, when, who and where. The what and where is a journey around some of the most beautiful Greek islands. The when is now and the who is me. I am Gigi. No, it is not my real name but it is…

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter . — Izaak Walton