Mykonos: Beach clubs & nightlife tour with hotel stay

5.00

(30 reviews)

What’s the experience like?

The first thing I remember is the salt on my lips — not from the sea, but from that little breeze whipping through Agios Ioannis Beach as we dragged our bags up to the hotel. Our guide, Yiannis, waved a “Mykonos Nomads” flag at the port and handed out tiny glasses of mastika. It tasted like pine and sugar — honestly, I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but it made everyone laugh. The room was simple but bright, two double beds and a balcony where you could just see the hills turning gold at sunset. Someone had already raided the minibar for the white wine (free — which felt like a small miracle in Mykonos).

I didn’t expect to feel so quickly at home with strangers. Dinner that first night was at Vegera in the old port; we squeezed around tables outside while Yiannis told us about his cousin who fishes for Nikolas Taverna every morning. I tried to order in Greek (badly), and Maria from Athens corrected me with a grin. Later we wandered through Little Venice — all blue shutters and tangled alleys — until we found ourselves dancing in some tiny bar where the music was too loud to talk. The walk back to the hotel at 2am felt like swimming through warm air.

The days blurred into each other: lazy mornings with chocolate croissants and spinach pie (the kind that flakes everywhere), then afternoons stretched out on sunbeds or towels at Platis Gialos or Hidden Beach. Sometimes I’d just float in the water listening to other people’s laughter drift over from Kalua or Scorpios — those places are wild, by the way, but somehow everyone’s friendly after sunset. Transfers were always sorted out for us; no stress about taxis or buses when you’re tired or tipsy.

One evening at Alemagou stands out — sand underfoot, grilled octopus on my plate, house beats rolling in from somewhere behind me. There was this moment when someone started singing along (badly) and nobody cared because it felt like we’d all known each other longer than three days. I still think about that view across the bay as dusk fell — purple sky, lights flickering on in town far away. The last morning came too soon; some of us went shopping in Chora while others just lay on the beach pretending not to count down hours until airport pickup.