First night @ MYKONOS

The first night at Mykonos brought many incidents to our trip. It started off when we went shopping around. The first local woman we spoke to was the owner of this painting shop. She told us that she does this for fun. Who has a shop for fun? Doesn’t she have anything better to do? I suppose on such a small island you’re quite limited to doing things.

Anyway she recommended we go to Marco Polo for dinner. So we searched on the map she gave us. When we finally got to Marco Polo tavern we found out that the restaurant was closed and it would reopen tomorrow.

After a short walk around the Mykonos streets we found a restaurant to sit in. We waited like 20 minutes for the waiter to bring us menus. Finally I got sick of waiting so I got up to go get the menus myself. As I got up the waiter walked smack bang into. I asked for the menu. We ordered a few dishes. I had my first Mykonos moussaka. However it wasn’t real moussaka. It was quite disappointing that it didn’t come in the moussaka pot like in Athens.

After dinner we continued to walk around where I purchased my first oil painting. I seriously couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t going to buy it because we were going clubbing but I thought what the hell.

We looked around for bars. We were told that SKANDINAVIAN bar disco is where everyone goes. We headed to the Skandinavian bar around 11pm. People just started to come. We walked upstairs to the disco. We spent 60 dollars at the bar on 4 drinks. Quite expensive I say. I had a vodka and orange juice. The night began…

I’m quite limited on what I can write about apparently. We made a pack that what ever happened on the island stays on the island. Hehe Lets just say we met a few weird locals.

The night got interesting when we hit the dance floor. A chick kept looking at me. Finally she swang over, grabbed me and dragged me to the otherside. I was in shock as to what the hell was happening. Before I knew it her friend was taking a photo of us. After the photo I headed back to my group. I was thinking what the hell was all of that about. Did she think I was some celebrity at the bar? Or was I going to end up on some porn site? Maybe she was taking the photo home and claiming I was her one night stand. Who knows?

While we were dancing an incident occurred when we looked over to the bar. We saw Josh’s butt crack. More than what we wanted to see on the night. I think I was too drunk to even care. The night featured the French guy, the freaky guy and of course our Greek guy Johnny. I can't say more than this...

I have no idea what was going on when I sat down to recover from the tragic music that was 12 months old. All I heard was we must get out of here. I was dragged out of a nightclub with me screaming its only 1am. Who goes home at Mykonos?

We spent the evening walking back to the hotel. The worst part is we had to climb uphill to get to it. I jumped on my bed thinking Skandinavian bar…

Oh before I forget we met Pedros that night. I think its Petros but I prefer to write it as Pedros.