Mykonos, the little piece of heaven for a party animal, or a piece of hell for others! Mykonos is like a little Ibiza. Even the clubs are named after legendary clubs in London and Eivissa. Me and Marie settled down in a small Greek house by the main road with our host Kosta. Kosta’s house was barely 25 square metres so Marie took a mattress to sleep on the kitchen floor and me and Kosta shared his tiny bedroom and two single beds. In the evening we watched sunset from his front yard where he had set nice furniture and candles.

After small Tolo, Mykonos seemed noise and crowded. French, Australians, Italians, Americans, Germans, Scandinavians and Brits pushing each others on the labyrinth-like streets of old town Mykonos. Shops full of souvenirs, design clothe shops, jewellery, fast food and small Greek restaurant lined up on streets barely two metres wide. We got lost billions of times finding ourselves on small alleys with access to pensions and bed and breakfast rooms or shady pubs and Greek restaurants.

The next day we walk down to the town to rent a scooter. However, the quad bike was cheaper and Marie felt more comfortable on four wheels. Besides, shirtless Albanian Marion renting the quads, wanted to teach us a private lesson how to drive a quad.

We spend two days on the endless off-roads of Mykonos seeking for lighthouses and secret beaches. The main road of Mykonos led to the famous party resort Paradise Beach Club and in the afternoon the roads turned into wild go-karting tracks! People in all ages and nationalities were racing on scooters and quads, stopping to flirt and laugh. On one of the best straights we were followed by two, big, blue scooters. They asked us to pull over to the side but we did not stop. Then suddenly a guy on the first scooters showed us a blue identity card with big stamp saying police. I decided it was better to stop- just in case. He was asking why we were not wearing helmets. They were not wearing helmets either but they claimed to be the police so they did not have to. Then he asked if I wanted him to arrest us and take us to the station. Marie looked serious, but I was smiling. Surely these guys were not the police so I said no, unless they came in with us! They guys burst in laughter and asked for our phone numbers.

The night life in Mykonos hora, the main town, was vivid. Beautiful, tall girls in high heels and plenty of handsome men. Most of the best looking women, though, turned out to be men when they opened their mouths and the most gorgeous men were holding hands together.

We went from club to another hosted by Kosta and another couch surfing host Stavros. In a unisex toilet of one of the cleanest clubs I got to chat with a blond guy who asked me where I’m from. When I replied Finland he switched his language into Finnish saying you cannot be! Wille was travelling with a group of Greek students from Athens and was the first Finnish person I had met in two weeks.

After four days in Mykonos town, hora, we packed our bags and cleaned Kosta’s flat to get closer to the beach in Beach Club resort’s camping site. A huge party with our Spanish dormitory friends was the best way to finish our week in Mykonos. Ferry to Naxos left at 7am the following morning so there was no need for sleeping.

PS. Greeks are most definitely enjoying the efforts of the tourists. Marie was amusing our host in Mykonos one morning when she tried to say good morning in Greek. Instead of saying calimera she said calamari, which is the fish dish.