I had so many dreams, and woke up at 8:10a. I was happy, and then realized that in 3 days I will be back to the States, and will again be in jetlag.
Figure 1: Yogurt, honey, and bowl full of fruits!
No more sprawling breakfast feasts for us. Instead, we hit up Milors, and ordered our morning fix: two cappuccinos, a frappe, vegan sandwiches, and fruit and yogurt bowls that were both delightful and filling, like a hug for your stomach.
I also scored my third car rental of the vacation—a black Nissan Automatic. Who knew I’d get so cozy with rental agreements?
Figure 2: Nissan, our transpo in Milos!
Fueled by breakfast, we made a beeline back to our hotel to gear up for the day.
Fyropotamus Beach
Figure 3: Emerald green waters, Fryopotamus Beach.
Soon, we were marveling at Fryopotamus Beach’s emerald waters—so enticing, yet we reserved our full swimming ambitions for later beaches and just waded into the gentle lapping waves. The planet really outdid itself here.
Otherworldly Beauty Of Sarakiniko
Figure 4: Amazing Sarakiniko Beach
Next was Sarakiniko Beach, a lunar landscape on Earth. The parking was a competitive sport, with cars lined up a half-mile from the beach. It’s easy to see why—it’s a moonscape right here in Greece, formed from fossil layers and volcanic eruptions, and named after pirate hideouts.
Figure 5: Vanya looking fabulous
Hunger struck, and we indulged in Oregano chips and Pita wraps in Apollonia—because when in Greece, keep wrapping it up. For dessert, it was a no-holds-barred ice cream fiesta: ferrero rocher, caramel, vanilla, and baklava. When it comes to sugar, why hold back?
Figure 6: Choosing Ice Creams, Aggeliki, Adamantas
Fyriplaka Beach
Fyriplaka Beach was a hidden gem, nestled along cliffs and accessed by a dirt road that curved mysteriously around bends. Here, Vanya and I swam out into the ocean where the waves were playful but manageable—nothing like the might of Kanapali Shores in Hawaii.
Driving Topless To Klima
Post-swim, with my T-shirt hopelessly wet, I drove to Klima shirtless. It felt odd at first, but when in Greece, do as the Greeks do—or at least as the carefree tourists do. Klima, a picturesque fishing village, charmed us with its colorful doors that spilled right into the sea.
Figure 7: Klima Fishing Village, Milos
Dinner and wind down
The day closed with a clean-up and a heartfelt goodbye to the Nissan (its remote gave up—was it mourning our parting?). Nidhi and I found ourselves back at Milors for dinner. Nidhi went with a club vegetarian sandwich, and I tackled a Philly chicken sub.
Figure 8: Club Veggie and Philly Egg & Chicken Sub
From topless driving to beach hopping and indulging in local culinary delights, Milos continues to surprise and delight us at every turn. What a way to live out the last few days of our Greek odyssey!