Amorgos- A blue thread of land

A slow week on a blue threads of land. Two dreamers. End September maybe.

Stage one

We didn’t choose Amorgos, Greece for what it was. We choose it for what it lacks. No cruise port, no airport, no rush.   
A place where the ferries arrive like a gentle secret. Where the shutter cracked open at noon and no one minds. Where coffee comes in small cups and big silence.

This is a whispered plan. Not a shout. Seven days. Or maybe even eight if life will be generous enough.    
No agenda.   
Just the sea, the wind, a pen, a notebook, the camera, a towels… and each other.

Because museums are nice, but we don’t need them right now. We need lazy mornings that tastes like yogurt, honey and figs. Afternoon of writing and sea salt naps.   
Evenings by the beach, eating the seafood in family tavernas- and nights of dreams too slow for clocks.

This is the place we choose to go. We didn’t look for the influencers islands. We looked for one that wouldn’t mind if we stayed in our room all afternoon just writing.    
So we found Amorgos.   
Here’s how we might do it - and likely will.

Day 1: the Flight & The Pause   
Departure flight London to Athens.   
Metro or X96 bus from Athens airport to Piraeus port.    
Night in an Airbnb near the port.   
Day 2: The Ferry & The Arrival.  
Early ferry: Piraeus to Paros or Naxos to Amorgos (7 or 8 hours depending on the connection).  
Arriving in one of the two Amorgos ports.    
Check in - a small guest house with a sea view and space to sit outside. Or balcony big enough to feel the breeze, to Watche the stars at night, and enjoy a glass of cold white wine.   
Day 3-6: Being on the island   
No planned itinerary just pure living:   
Beaches we can reach by foot or by local buses- Agia Anna, Maltezi, Levrossos.   
What we can do all day long?  
Wake up late.   
Write, reflect.  
Photograph.  
Shred plates of grilled octopus, maybe stuffed tomatoes, or just tzatziki and bread.   
Visit the Chora.   
Climb Hozoviotissa Monastery.    
Evening boat ride.     
Day 7: The Return   
Earliest ferry back to Piraeus.  
Coordinate with an evening flight back to London, and then a train journey back home. Wherever home is.

Budget? As 2026 prices for late September, probably around £1000.

So here it is. An island where the ferries still run until October at least.    
An island with goats instead of gold carts, poems instead of beach clubs.   
An island where locals say “Kalimera” like it means something- and where the wind still remembers your name from lifetime ago. 
An island not booked. Not confirmed. But imagined with such details that it already breathes inside us.