Cruise Review: Sailing On A Greek Islands Cruise Post Covid-19

Anti-Covid measures were thorough, but not too irksome. Variety Cruises issued everybody with navy cotton facemasks to wear around the ship, there were hand-sanitisers everywhere, and a cleaning system called Pure Space. The size of a small vacuum cleaner, it disinfects the air and all surfaces using antimicrobial vapour. A second machine treats every space on board with bug-busting ultraviolet light.

Every day, we were health-checked. I’d be enjoying my morning coffee on deck as first officer Vasso made her rounds with a clipboard. She’d point a digital thermometer at my head, and a quiet bleep would tell her my temperature was fine. I’d then place my finger in a device that checked my blood oxygen. A satisfactory score, a squirt of hand sanitiser and she’d move on to the next passenger.

Social distancing turned out to be easy, as there were only 31 of us on board, instead of a possible 49. Fellow passengers were from Switzerland, Austria, France, Spain and Greece, mainly in their 30s or 40s. We were the only Brits; in fact, the whole time in the Peloponnese, I didn’t hear another British accent.

For the most part, our days began with a leisurely breakfast, followed by swimming, snorkelling and paddle-boarding in the morning, then lunch on board and lazing on deck as Galileo sailed into the evening’s port, where we would go ashore to explore and find somewhere for dinner.

Other times we would jump off the gangway into the indigo water, the shadows of the seabed visible 30 feet below, or whizz ashore in the ship’s RIB boat to empty beaches – a half-moon of sun-bleached pebbles at Fokianos; a long strip of pinky-white sand, protected by dunes, on Elafonisos island, the water an astonishing shade of aquamarine.

With so many enticing little ports, each liberally scattered with fabulous tavernas, Greece is perfect for a half-board cruise. The Peloponnese is cheaper than the islands, too: a feast of dips, salads, garlic prawns, stuffed squid and chicken souvlaki, with an unseemly amount of local wine, cost us just £25 each. Most tavernas were busy – weekending Athenians piling off the ferry in Aegina, families out strolling late at night – but not too crowded, with social distancing protocols observed.

Sightseeing highlights were almost too many to list. Nafplion is gorgeous – all polished stone squares and grand old houses with colourful shutters. At Monemvasia, a medieval walled village clinging to a slab of rock, we climbed to the 800-year-old ruins of the upper town, gazing out over a cobalt sea. Gythio brought another chance to burn some calories with a sunset stroll to the marble lighthouse, perched on a pine-wooded islet where, according to Homer, Paris and Helen consummated their relationship before running off to Troy and igniting the Trojan War.

I loved the port of Pylos, guarded by a hulking Venetian castle and built around a pretty square, shaded by plane trees and surrounded by pastel-coloured houses. Our visit here coincided with party night on board, and at sunset the crew produced shots of ouzo and platters of grilled octopus on the top deck, as a local troupe performed folk dances, culminating in the obligatory Zorba the Greek. We were encouraged to join in – easy after a few ouzos – and the dancers were clearly thrilled to be performing for the first time since February, though always diligent about keeping their distance.

While we mostly dined ashore, the meals we did take on board were exceptional. Practically everything was authentically Greek, from flaky spinach pie to fresh sea bass, garlic mussels, prawns cooked in ouzo, fried courgette balls and squid, as well as a splendidly sticky baklava. There’s no self-service, of course; waiters in gloves and transparent plastic visors serve for you, far too polite to raise an eyebrow when you ask for thirds.

It was a wonderfully happy week, though we couldn’t ignore the evidence of what Covid is doing to the Greek economy. The town of Katakolon exists mainly as a jumping-off point for Olympia, large ships usually lining its jetties. At the time of our visit, almost all the shops had their shutters down. A couple of tavernas were still open but largely empty. It was a depressing scene.

You could argue that the lack of tourists is a bonus. I was certainly delighted to be exploring the ruins of Delphi in the soft light of early morning, with only the breeze in the pine trees and the chirping of cicadas for company, not a selfie stick in sight. But this, of course, isn’t going to help the recovery. And with the situation in Europe so volatile, and countries introducing quarantine regulations with little notice, it’s hard to see how the travel industry is going to revive with any speed.

To go on this Greek islands cruise at all, my family and I had to disregard the UK government’s advice – but then the Foreign Office does not distinguish between a tiny ship like Galileo and a 6,000-passenger behemoth. Insurance, thankfully, wasn’t a problem, with several companies offering cover for those travelling against FCO advice (a week’s worth for the four of us cost just £73).

Even so, I suppose you could argue that we took a risk. But all travel is risky, and I felt far safer aboard Galileo than I would have done on a packed staycation in Britain. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Ship facts

49 passengers, 18 crew, 4 decks, 24 cabins, 1 restaurant.

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Variety Cruises 7-night ‘Jewels of the Cyclades’ cruise aboard Galileo, round trip from Athens via Folegandros, Santorini, Paros, Delos, Mykonos and Syros, departing 11 June 2021, from £2,004, varietycruises.com