The Island of the Eccentrics: Belly Dancing in Hydra, Greece

The belly dancing group at the Hydrama Arts Centre in Vlychos on the Greek island of Hydra – photos by Lorena Di Nola The belly dancing group at the Hydrama Arts Centre in Vlychos on the Greek island of Hydra - photos by Lorena Di Nola

Hydra, Greece: The Island of the Eccentrics

By Lorena Di Nola

“You have to be a little eccentric to live here” – said Corinna as she welcomed us to her house. To many in the village she is more than eccentric: she is a witch. Dressed in a long black gown, her hair hidden in a headscarf, she is in no hurry to fight the rumour.

When the villagers saw twenty foreign women getting off the water taxi, armed with an array of lotions and potions to fight mosquitoes and prevent sunburn, they had reason to think we had come to Vlychos to learn the secrets of witchcraft. That would have been no surprise. Learning we were here on a belly dance course was, instead, an unexpected turn.

Why Greece?

Why a group should head to Greece for a belly dance holiday is indeed far from straightforward. The choice of location almost seems to play with history: the dance of the age-old rival, Turkey, for one week colonises the small island of Hydra, whose ships were fundamental in the war of independence from the Turks.

Sarah, our teacher, explains: “You have to get away from clubs and markets if you want to learn the dance: Vlychos has no distractions.”

When I see the studio, all my historical objections crumble: we will be dancing in an amphitheatre overlooking the Aegean. “Belly dance is ultimately about stage presence, and where better to learn it than in the homeland of dramaturgy?” As Sarah speaks, a belly dancer starts to feel like a real life equivalent to a figure in Greek drama like Medea or Antigone.

Hydra Town – The two means of transport available: water taxis and donkeys Hydra Town - The two means of transport available: water taxis and donkeys

Five churches, no priest

Hydra is only one and a half hours away from Athens by hydrofoil: a popular day trip after a visit to the Acropolis. Vlychos is one of its villages: four beaches, two tavernas, 30 inhabitants. It boasts five churches, but has no priest.

As cars and bikes are banned on the island, the only ways to reach Vlychos from Hydra Town are by water taxi, hiking or riding a donkey.

If you forget an item on your list when you go shopping in town, in Vlychos it is a serious issue. Everything needs to be shipped – even water comes in tankers from Athens. Wednesday is the big delivery day: you will see donkeys carrying weekly supplies – even fridges and washing machines.

Just imagine moving house on this island. Now I understand why Sarah said we would be so focused on the dance in this setting.

The view on the Aegean from the dance studio The view on the Aegean from the dance studio

Corinna’s Irish husband did not last long in Vlychos, and left her with two young daughters and perfect English. “I had to come up with an idea. I built an extension to the house and advertised with a British agency. ‘Do you have air conditioning?’ they asked. ‘Suuure!’ – I said, and hurried to have fans shipped before the season started.’

She came up with a catchy name – Hydrama Arts Centre – and opened it to drama students. Corinna’s centre is no holiday complex: my room has no proper windows – only a screen: in the morning your eyes open early, willingly or not, as the sun starts filtering into the room. At night, though, the sound of waves lulls you to sleep from the open window, more than making up for the early starts.

At night, though, the sound of waves lulls you to sleep from the open window, more than making up for the early starts.

Belly dancing among donkeys

We dance up to five hours a day in the amphitheater: morning and afternoon workshops, and choreography practice to finish us off.

Dancing on the Aegean Dancing on the Aegean

Corinna’s duck and donkey preside over the lessons: braying merges with the music we play and almost feels like an instrument in its own right, together with the accordion and the drums.

We roll our shoulders, we camel sideways, we drop our hips, we shiver and shake: the elements of the dance are dissected and then put together like pieces of Ikea furniture.

A two-hour workshop is devoted to two sounds only: dom and tak – the pillars of Egyptian music. The dom and tak class is structured to prove a point, as solidly as in a dissertation: drum beats are more than a rhythmic pattern – they express emotion.

And to make us get the point, Sarah has us kneel at every low note – dom – and elevate and blow a kiss at every high – tak. Twenty women from 24 to 60 in respectable jobs hold hands, get on their toes and smack every time they hear a tak.

Choreography practice Choreography practice

Some of us have only been dancing for months, yet we take classes on entrances and exits from the stage, as if we were to perform on a boat on the Nile any time soon.

“You are a gift for the audience. Look them in the eyes and give them the present of your moves.” This is a course on how to feel like a prima donna.

And it does not matter that we are learning how to become a femme fatale while wearing pyjama bottoms. You may forget how to do double hip drops, but the confidence you acquire as you dance in this amphitheatre will become your life-long souvenir from Hydra.

In the breaks between classes we go to the beach; one of the girls drums on the rocks, others improvise synchronised swimming as they repeat movements of our choreography in the sea.

The harbor in Hydra The harbor in Hydra

At the end of the season, Vlychos offers the privilege of having an empty beach all to yourself.

Lunch and dinner are at Marina’s — ‘the best cook in Hydra’ — proclaims Corinna. As we eat on the terrace, you can peep into the kitchen, where Marina’s husband, in shorts and a white vest, eats the same meal as us, only with three times as much bread. This is true family food.

City life

If you run out of toothpaste or just want to see new faces, the mountain track to Hydra Town will feel like an escape. Jewelry shops and supermarkets, where ‘super’ refers to prices rather than size, remind you this is a town with a high density of the rich and famous.

Hydra has a surprising number of museums for a small island; on our day off, I head to one of them and find I am not particularly interested in the exhibits, but I stand in long contemplation at the ones under the air conditioning.

The democracy of movement

On the last night of our stay in Vlychos, we perform our choreographies in the amphitheater: full moon shining over us, the sea as a backdrop.

The whole village is invited, and it comfortably sits on the seven tiers of seats: a dozen people, from children to the elderly. This dance show must be the highlight of the year in Vlychos, and spectators seem to genuinely enjoy it.

We finally put away our sarongs and flip-flops; heavy make up and contact lenses on. Some of us are really hard to recognise: the transformation into a prima donna is complete.

After our performances, the villagers hit the stage: Greek music is playing and they start dancing in circles. The enjoyment of the music is real and the dance totally spontaneous.

Drumming on the beach in Vlychos Drumming on the beach in Vlychos

The contrast with our belly dance performances is stark: our carefully constructed choreographies and triumphant divas’ solos clash with the apparent simplicity of Greek steps.

By the end of a kalamatianos you will have realised how deceiving this simplicity can be: the springing movements and the high speed make dancing feel almost like an Olympic discipline.

Greece seems to have invented democracy first, and then applied it to dance: everybody knows the steps, and everybody joins in, regardless of age.

With a sequined Turkish costume on, I watch English ladies with a hip scarf dance a sirtaki in a frenzy: admittedly, you also have to be a little eccentric to spend your holidays here.

Lorena Di Nola

Lorena Di Nola is an Italian translator and writer based in the UK, passionate about life in London and Oriental dances.

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