My hotel room is simple, clean, homely and pleasantly draughty. When I arrived, the receptionist lady started to circle the most important things on the island on the map. When I told her that I didn’t have a driver’s license, and on the other hand, that I had come mostly because of Delos, she just said: “I already like you.”

Probably because the most superficial tourists come to Mykonos, the ones under thirty to take pictures of themselves and get drunk. On the other hand, the 40+ group is the most popular for Delos.

We talked a little more, he told me that he was also in Budapest in 2015 and gave me a book with the history of the island and Delos illustrated with pictures by a local painter. Both she (Natassa) and the male employee (Kris) were very kind and friendly.

Zouganelis – the writer and painter – was born and raised in Mykonos, and his art reflects the Cycladic spirit. His paintings often depict ancient ruins, castles, and churches, reimagined with poetic realism. He’s described as a perfectionist who avoids modern artistic trends, instead drawing inspiration from the geometric harmony and wisdom of ancient Greek aesthetics.

After I looked through the map, I swam a little in the pool and my bath/running pants were dry, I switched to a running outfit. I ran 6 kilometres south and turned back there.

Although it was 34 degrees, you don’t feel it as much because of the strong wind, but the strong headwind is less funny. I ran through the city, where you could only move slower on the narrow streets, and you had to go around a lot of people. But this way you can see a lot of things in a short time.

To relax, I booked the boat ticket to Delos for the next day, the boat ticket back to Athens, and the accommodation in Athens. After another swim, I ended the evening in the Limnios restaurant in the neighbouring street, which has a view to the southwest. Of course, the food was perfect.