Milos et al.

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Kleftiko
We traveled by boat to Milos next.  Milos is famous for it's bleached white beaches, distinct rock formations, and mineral veins.
We went to more beaches than I can count, each more beautiful than the next.  The most bizarre we visited to was accessible only by climbing down the cleft of a cliff using a rope hastily nailed into the rock and an aging wooden ladder. We must have lost our minds- the sand rained down on my head while I watched others panic at the top of the ladder and give up on visiting this exclusive beach.
Prassa Beach
A visit is incomplete without a boat trip around the island to see the cliffs.  Kleftiko is one of the best places I've ever seen.  Snorkeling with tropical fish in the warm waters and eating fresh watermelon on the boat is a wonderful memory. This outcropping is only accessible by boat and well worth it.
The next day we took a ferry to Kimolos where we enjoyed an exclusive beach and a charming medieval town.  This place is a bit tricky as we couldn't take our rental car, the buses are small, and there is only one taxi service that will be overtaxed as soon as the ferry lands.  But we did manage to get into the town of Chorio where we had an awesome authentic linner while at a small table in an alleyway.  Prassa beach is simply gorgeous.
Sarakiniko
Back in Milos we visited an ancient Christian catacomb near Plaka and enjoyed the sunset.  This is where the Venus de Milo was excavated and then...stolen.

On our last day we visited several beaches along the north coast of Milos, each more spectacular than the next. We peaked at Sarakiniko Beach which isn't really a beach but a pure white rocky landscape, carved by the waves. It is blinding, beautiful, and so unusual.   Like nowhere I'd ever seen.  It was white as snow.

After we left the islands, we had a whirlwind tour of Athens.  The real must-see being the Parthenon and surround.  One of the oldest buildings in the world, it was a shrine to Athena, a mosque, a Christian church, and, sadly, the site of much vandalism and stealing of antiquities.  The Acropolis museum was great although missing a few pieces I saw in London.  Both sad and interesting.  My friend then gave me a tour of central Athens which has a lot to offer! We could have saved all of our souvenir shopping for here! We had a drink at a fun bar and wandered the ancient streets until our bus back to Thessaloniki.




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