This morning we caught a €25 thrill ride (taxi) down the winding road full of hair-pin corners down to the port of Santorini. This is a strange place that has been carved into the cliff-edge and perched right on the water for easy ferry access. There are lots of rent-a-car or motorbike, or quad bike places here, some ferry company ticket offices, a cafe and some accommodation sprukers, the ferry terminals and that's about it. You won't even find an ATM here.

Our ferry was a fast cat and it was its first day of operation for the season. I waited in vain for the ferry company I booked with to open their office and the ferry was half an hour late (Greek time). Luckily they let us board with the printout I'd made (thankfully) from the Goferry website.

This was a much faster, but a bit rougher ferry ride than the bigger Blue Star ferry line which carries cars as well.

We arrived in Mykonos a bit later than planned but were greeted efficiently by the Poseidon Horel's shuttle bus driver and taken to the hotel.

The Poseidon is a really good hotel if you ever want to stay in Mykonos. Our room is right on the water and has a terrific view of the ocean and nearby islands.

Food and alcohol are even cheaper here than on Santorini. I bought a €2.50 glass of white wine with lunch and a €2.00 glass of ouzo (which I have very quickly taken a fancy to!).

On first impressions, walking through the labyrinthine system of almost identical alleyways where all the touristy shops are (yup, same stuff that was for sale in Athens and Oia), I like Mykonos a whole lot more than Santorini. It has a lot less steps for starters, and I don't feel that engulfing sense of being perilously perched on a cliff side that may give way and tumble into the deep blue surrounding ocean at any moment. I wasn't affected like other people seem to be by the romance of Santorini. I found I couldn't wait to get away from the claustrophobia of the place. Maybe it was the strange cave houses or something? Who knows. I just prefer the flatness and openness of Mykonos, maybe it just feels less foreign and a bit more like home, which I am missing desperately.