I can tell you very little about this hedonistic little piece of Cycladic paradise other than some practical logistics.
The port is a three-euro, 15-minute boat ride from Mykonos Town.
To reach the bus 'station' take a 10-minute walk through the beautiful backstreets. Include extra time to account for weaving through the hordes.
The bus 'station' is really a narrow series of parking slots that buses back into at precarious angles, heedless of the gormless tourists who stand in front of it.
The bus takes seven minutes and costs Euro 1.60 to get to the airport or, in a taxi, Euro 29. You choose.
After four days in quiet Paros, we were overwhelmed with our hop through Mykonos. We only did it because it was the closest airport with the most reasonable flight times. Fortunately, what we saw of the island IS really beautiful:
And it's really working that turquoise colour scheme:
The airport is tiny so arriving, like ridiculously early, is not a great option. But, just for a bit of fun, when your flight gets cancelled/delayed because the British Airways computing system goes down, you can count the number of people who can't register facial expressions because of bad botox. My goodness, I've never seen anything quite like it.
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