Saturday, October 26, 2013

Mykonos and Delos – The Islands of Light


 Mosaics and columns in the House of Dionysus on Delos


After the crowds, noise, and confusion of Athens, it was nice to get back to the cruise ship and enjoy a shower and lovely dinner.  After dinner we four went up to the swimming pool deck for what was called “Cinema under the Stars.”  The featured film was “The Life of Pi” and the deck was arranged with recliners, cushions, and blankets. What a luxury to relax, stretched out under the night sky watching the film on a huge screen, while stewards passed out bags of popcorn, fresh baked cookies and hot coffee.  The ship was steaming for our next port, Mykonos, at top speed with the engine smoke stacks occasionally sending up glowing sparks with the exhaust.

The early risers watched our commander maneuver the ship into the pier of Tourlos Bay on the west side of Mykonos.  Having read about the picturesque blue-domed churches and the whitewashed houses on this “old-world” island, I expected this stop to be postcard perfect, and I was not disappointed.  We split up for the shore excursions, with L. & G. preferring to spend the morning at one of the beautiful beaches for a chance to swim in the Ionian Sea, while C. and I opted to take the charter boat to the nearby island of Delos.  We planned to re-group for an afternoon of exploring Mykonos Town, and check out the shops and ouzo bars!

Even as C. and I boarded the boat for Delos, I knew the 3.5 hour tour would not be enough time.  Our tour guide, a diminutive Greek lady, prepared us to see the ruins on Delos by describing this island as one of Greece’s most important archaeological sites, dating back to 3000 BC.  Delos is small, narrow, and devoid of vegetation, only 5 km long and 1.3 km wide, with the highest point at 112 m called Mt Kynthos.  Along the west side of the island and climbing up to the summit of Kynthos are the ruins of the sanctuary of Delos, dedicated to the sun god Apollo and his twin sister Artemis.  According to the ancient myths, this island was chosen by the goddess Leto, pregnant by Zeus, and hiding from the wrath of Hera his wife, to deliver her babies. 

After a 20 minute boat ride over choppy seas, we arrived at Delos, and assembled on the small pier.  Our guide herded us through the gate with our entrance tickets, explaining that the island was controlled by Mykonos, and that visitors were not allowed to stray from the group or stay overnight.  The population was about 14, and those were archaeologists with permits to investigate the ruins.  I was struck by the utter lack of greenery-- no trees, and the few desiccated weeds were barely hanging onto the rocky soil.  Wind swept, it seems as though the top soil had long since blown out to sea.  The neighboring island of Rheneia lay off the west side, and our tour guide told us that the Delos sanctuary was so sacred that around 1000 BC all the graves on the island were moved to Rheneia; by decree no one was permitted to be born or to die on Delos.  The sanctuary, in which there had been a cult since the Mycenaean period (ca. 1400 BC) began to be placed on an organized basis in the 7th century BC.  There are references to the Delian sanctuary in The Odyssey and The Homeric Hymn to Apollo, written in about 700 BC, as a famous religious center of the Ionians.

From the pier we went directly to the Theatre Quarter, the ruins of a large city that once held 30,000 inhabitants during the Hellenistic period.  We walked the ancient streets, peering into the courtyards of the houses with the fluted column still lining the atrium with mosaic floors.  The high quality mosaics gave names to houses such as the House of Dionysus, the House of the Masks, the House of the Dolphins, and the House of the Tritons.  There were signs of stucco that had once covered the stone walls, and evidence of water pipes, wells, and the communal cistern gave the impression of relatively comfortable living.  There were even small alcoves in the walls on the street side, suggesting places for oil lamps – 3000 year-old street lighting!  One of the buildings had windows with holes cut into the stones of the windows, which the archaeologists determined were for metal bars; perhaps the building had been used as a bank.  It had been a common practice to bring offerings to the Sanctuary of Apollo so the presence of a bank would make sense.  Our guide said many coins were found during excavation of this city, and were housed in the Museum.  We saw the theatre that gave this district its name, and as with other ancient theatres I have visited, still impressive acoustics.

We then toured the sanctuary district itself, an amazingly large area.  Our guide pointed out the ancient paved road, lined with ruins of buildings.  This was the Stoa of Philip of Macedon, the father of Alexander the Great.  We could read the Greek letters carved in the stones that had been the epistyle with Philip’s name.  This Stoa lead up to the Treasury, which had a huge gate, called a Propylaea, the entrance to the Sanctuary of Apollo, and, since research work was in progress, was cordoned off so we could not enter.  To the north of the Sanctuary is probably the most famous of statues on Delos, the Terrace of the Lions, dating from about the 7th century BC.  There were originally sixteen, now reduced to five weathered marble statues of lions, one is in the Delos Museum and our guide said one had been removed by the Venetians and is now at the Arsenal in Venice!  We did not have enough time to visit the Stadium Quarter or explore further up the mountain, but were turned loose to pop into the Museum before catching the boat to return to Mykonos.  Not nearly enough time to see all the amazing artifacts at the Museum, so I decided to wander around the ruins that were not off-limits, sand-blasted by the wind, and get a few more photos.  *SIGH* All too soon were hustled out of the gate and back on the charter boat.

The wind was really strong by now, and the ride back was even rougher than the ride out.  Both C. and I were on the upper deck, and the boat was rocking so much the waves were washing up onto the upper deck.  Gritty from the sand, coated with salt-spray from the waves, we were deposited on the dock at Tourlos Bay with the afternoon left open to walk into Mykonos Town.  First we had to find L. and G. who we expected had had a windy morning at the beach. 

Next: Exploring Mykonos Town


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