MYKONOS – The night that followed…

After our short siesta nap we headed out for dinner. We had dinner at Nikos that night. After finding out that Marco Polo was closed again. Who promises to be open and then doesn’t open? Some inconsiderate people.

Dinner at Nikos was filled with Turks. I think they were a tour group.They were yelling and laughing their heads off. The funny part was I could actually understand what the hell they were on about. Dinner at Nikos was quite nice. Pedros came wandering around. Everyone was quite thrilled to see Pedros. I think his the most popular local at Mykonos. His actually very cute. The minute he walks past alot of heads turn...

After dinner we decided to call Christine. I think it was 6am back at home. She sounded sick on the phone. I was quite concerned and asked if she was sick. She told me she wasn’t.

We sat at a café while I was seriously thinking she was sick. So I decide to send her a text message. I never got a reply back. What type of a sick person doesn’t reply back to my messages when I’m half way across the world concerned about her?

We waited over half an hour to get served to order Greek coffee. The waiter didn’t come over to serve us. We never got bloody greek coffee. This was a mood killer for the entire night. Later we found out Christine wasn’t sick.

After spending a whole heap of money last night on drinks we decided to do the cheaper tourist version. We walked into a mini market to buy orange juice. Our plan was to buy vodka and mix our own drinks for tonight so we don’t have to spend too much money.

While in the mini market we start to argue over how much orange juice to buy. I was arguing because I didn’t want my drink to be too strong, therefore I required more orange juice. Some inconsiderate people didn’t seem to understand this. We finally paid for the orange juice and walked out. As we walked out the cashier slammed the door behind us. For crying out loud what the hell was her problem? This was the beginning of slamming doors in our face...