After an early morning shower, I headed to the port. The hotel is two blocks from the metro, which takes you down to the sea, to Piraeus.

The metro cars are a bit beat up, with colourful graffiti inside and out, and at the station where I had to get off, the doors open on both sides.

We got there in forty minutes, and the final station looks like a mini-Eastern Railway Station in Budapest, but there are various nautical and ship-themed murals on the walls.

In every big city, the port is the craziest, most colourful, and most interesting. I had more than an hour until the ferry left, so I could wander around, take pictures of a church or two; the morning prayer was just filtering out of the larger one.

After an iced coffee and peach pie, I went to the boats. At an information desk, I printed out my online ticket, and after a few minutes of walking, I could see the ferry; each one’s name is painted in large letters, making it easy to identify them.

The ferry is modern and comfortable, with air conditioning and internet. Although my ticket was for seated next to a nice Greek family, after departure everyone dispersed to the empty seats by the window, with a small table. I worked there too. Through the window, the mountain ranges of Attica become smaller and smaller, as the ferry rocks away with a soft rumble.

The three and a half hours pass more quickly than you might think if you have something to do. We arrive at the port of Mykonos, 3 kilometres north of the city; the old port is in the city and would not be able to manage the traffic or the huge ocean liners that arrive here.

I booked a hotel closer to the New Port, because that would make the return trip easier. The hotel is up on a hill, one and a half kilometre from the port. That is not a problem for me, I like walking. The hotel is beautiful, it has several pools, and I get one of the rooms at the highest point.