The Sausage Parade

Following the Pita roll incident, it was time for some serious partying in Athens. I collected a leaflet about a popular nightclub in Athens so we decided since this is a popular bar that we should head over there. Apparently its where all the tourist hang out.

We rocked up to the Lavabore bar/ Nightclub; I think it was around 10pmish. It was supposed to be happy hour from 10pm to 11:30pm. We strolled into the bar and noticed that there were a total of 3 people in there. We didn’t know what to do. We thought about leaving but I suggested that since were here we might as well have a drink, chill out and go some where with people around. It was happy hour so we grabbed a round of drinks and sat in some corner. It was quite dark in there and the music was pumping hard.

Within minute we turned to the door and noticed a parade of guys strolling into the bar. Half of Athens decided to walk through the door. I didn’t know what to say or do. For a minute I thought we might be in a gay bar as there was so many guys walking in. Then we spotted some girls walking in so we were quite relieved. It was one massive sausage parade. Within 5 minutes over 200 people had walked into the bar.

They had to move us to extend the bar to the left. Tables and chairs were moved along with us. There was hardly anywhere to stand or move. And to think of it that we were about to just walk out.

The night continued as we argued with the barman continously. He kept insisting happy hour was over. We kept shoving our watches and their brochure in their faces showing them that happy hour ends at 11:30pm not 10:30pm.

The music continued to pump. Greek music started to rock the place. We met an aussie couple. Actually I dont remember if they were a couple or just friends. They were trying to convince us to leave the bar with them and go somewhere else. For a minute I thought they might be wanting abit of group therapy at their hotel. Who knows. We decided to stay as the Greek music was pumping hard.

After like ordering 8 or 9 drinks before happy hour ends, we had a bunch of drinks sitting at the table while people looked at us like we were a bunch of alcoholics. Ok I know what your thinking we are a bunch of alcoholics but hey all rules are broken in Europe...

After all the drinks were down it was time to reveal the things that we werent supposed. With Levi's drinking games all was revealed. Who has a crush on who, Who had sex this year, Whos been naughty and whos been totally naughty.

It was time to head back to the hotel in our drunken state. I still dont remember how we managed to find the hotel. I actually think we did lose the hotel and ended up wandering around for 15 minutes before getting to our hotel. This time no one bothered to sneak Levi in. We just strolled in like it was my dads hotel. We strolled into the elevator. Thats when we realised who was smashed. She dropped to the floor. As the lift arrived to our floor, I tried closing the lift door down on her and sending her back to the lobby. After much of the yelling and screaming and of course laughing I think we managed to wake up half of the floor. Finally when we did make it to the room we all passed out pretty quickly.

Just another night in Athens...

Were at the Olympics…….A month late!

The stolen breakfast

I was the first one awake this morning for a change. I jumped into the shower and waited for the others. Levi was still in sleep mode so we left him lying in bed. Well not before I left some money on his chest and took a photo. Thanks for a good time whore!

We grabbed breakfast and the cake they had was so yummy. I couldn’t get enough of this cake. I was seriously missing banana bread back at home but this cake was quite yummy. This is when my friend discovered the mouldy bread. It looked gross but hey you can’t expect a 5 star service here but the least they can do is have nice bread.
Action needed to be taken. So what do we do? We manage to steal as much breakfast as possible for Levi. My friend had enough under her jacket to feed half a neighbourhood. We even stole an egg! Seriously who goes around stealing breakfast? You gotta love what you get up to in Europe. Oh and just for the record I took a photo of the stolen breakfast if anyone is interested.

Finally we got Levi dressed and ready to go out. We had various places we wanted to see today. First thing was to go to the hostel that Levi was supposed to stay at. You see Levi gave details of a hostel he was going to stay at to the airline. After a short train ride we arrive at this hostel. It’s in some deserted little neighbourhood and you can tell that this neighbourhood is not safe at all. Cabramatta here we come.

The Bags are LOST again

We stand at reception until some one decides to serve us. Levi explains that a bag was supposed to be delivered here from the airline. The woman looks at us like were a complete bunch of idiots. She informs us that the airline dropped the bag in the morning but because Levi didn’t have a booking she sent the bag back. Apparently she wasn’t informed on what was happening so decided not to take the bag. So it’s back to square one. The bag has been re-lost. We run outside to call the airline and finally track Levi’s bag. After much of Levi’s persuasion they agree to deliver the bag again this afternoon. So we race back into reception and tell the woman to keep the bag this time. She finally agrees.

After the bag fuss, it was time for some sightseeing but not before we make a call to Christine. Our French friend Pierre decides to call her. We managed to get through to her voice mail. Yes that was the whole plan. We wanted to leave a voice mail. Pierre suddenly screams, “Show us your tits” and hangs up. We seriously taught him well. After this stress relief exercise it was time for some partying!

We catch the train to the Olympic site and finally arrive. We walk out thinking hey were at Homebush in Sydney only to realise that the Olympic site is completely closed and barricaded. You gotta love the fact that 3 nut cases come to the Olympics after the Olympics. Seriously who in their right mind comes to the Olympics a month late only to discover it’s all over. So after a few happy snaps here and there and being harassed by guys selling Olympic pins it was time to kick back with some lunch.

We jump back on the train to head back to a place we saw earlier. We jump out of the train and find a nice restaurant to have some lunch in. I stupidly order souvlaki. You think I would be sick of it after Mykonos. After having lunch while the dog was barking in my ear we decide to head to the hotel.

Dude where's my camera

While walking back to the hotel Levi thought he lost his camera. We all panicked thinking he got pick pocketed. Soon we realised the camera was tied on his belt and it was behind his butt. So we strolled back to the hotel in relief.

Levi decided to grab another nap while we went to Sunquest to complain about our whole Mykonos incident. You think we would walk into an office and throw a tantrum but we didn’t. Instead we got a letter for travel insurance and managed to leave the office with some leaflets on Athens nightlife.

Next stop was the CD shop I spotted downstairs. I managed to walk in and spend 40 Euros in less than 5 minutes. I had to review my spending process so it was time to get some Greek coffee. After grabbing Greek coffee we realised there was no where to sit. We even tried maccass next door but the place was simply packed.

The breast carer

We wandered around Pitt Street for a while where I spotted a woman handing out leaflets about breast control. She ignored my friend and that’s when we realised that she didn’t care about my friend’s breasts. What type of an inconsiderate person doesn’t care about my friend’s tits?

We headed back to the hotel for a short siesta. After our naps we decided to head to the markets. The markets were closing on us. I managed to buy an Olympic toy just before they slammed the gate on my fingers.

The Pita roll incident

We decided to grab some dinner. Thinking we can do a cheap night we went to a restaurant and ordered pita rolls. They were supposed to cost us $1.70 Euros. The waiter brought us a plate with kebab and bread. The bill arrived later and we payed with 10 Euros. The waiter took the bill away and returned to complain that he charged us the wrong amount and we owed him $6.90 per plate. We should have just dumped the 10 Euros and ran for it. Seriously we got ripped off bad. The worst part was that the kebab was actually really good.

No Customs! No Cameras! No Bags!

Where's my Bags?

While waiting for Levi I started filming customs. Finally I got told off for filming. Apparently I cant film a security area. For crying out loud there was no customs at customs. What the hell are they complaining about. Oh well I got a good 4 minute footage of crap.

Finally when Levi did decide to arrive we found out that they lost his bags. Seriously cant the airlines get anything right. They either delay your luggage or completely lose it. They are so inconsiderate. I had my suitcase drenched in wine when some idiots wine bottle decided to break on my suitcase.

Anyway after holding my Levi sign like a lunatic for an hour, we were finally ready to go to the hotel. Well after a few happy snaps and a group hug. This is when we found out about the $2.90 bus trip to the hotel. Previously we spent 50 Euros. What the hell was I thinking?

The Bus ride

We jumped on the bus where this woman gave us a dirty look for no reason. Stupid cow who does she think she is giving me a dirty look in Athens. I felt like slamming my suitcase on her head and whacking her side to side with it. It was a long 6-hour wait at the airport. Can you seriously blame me? All I wanted was a shower and a nice meal.

The Sneak In

We arrived at the hotel. Now this was the tricky part. We were to sneak Levi into the hotel. So while we checked in, Levi wandered around Athens Pitt St. We managed to dump all our bags upstairs and seeing as Levi had no bags this was going to be easier than I thought. I suppose after sneaking people into 2day FM’s Christmas party and Rumba this was nothing.

So we run downstairs to find Levi only to realise we lost him again. After splitting up and searching we finally manage to locate him with a bag of bananas. So the plan is – we tell him our room number and he walks straight upstairs to the room while I’m keeping the receptionist busy.

In the five minutes we leave Levi alone he manages to get picked up by some strange guy who insists on taking him to a bar so he can buy drinks for some girls. I don’t know what the hell that was about but mate seriously stay off the bananas.

We walked back to the hotel. I strolled in and started asking questions on how I would call Cyprus. I create a big fuss that I’ve been trying to call but couldn’t get through and my mum’s probably worried. Meanwhile Levi manages to get upstairs. As he does I finish up in reception and head upstairs.

Finally were all settling in the room and its shower time one by one. Levi manages to unpack the one and only bag the airline gave him. The bag includes an extra large shirt, white underpants and a toothbrush. You think they can do better than that after losing his bags. Levi finally has a shower and walks out with a hand towel over his private parts. Lets just say it wasn’t covering much. More than I needed to see mate.

So after were all dressed its time to run downstairs and grab dinner. You think we can have a peaceful dinner, not before one of my friends gets stalked by a black guy. Who insists on following her. For a minute we thought he was going to mug her or something. I think he kept mumbling something but I don’t think anyone heard what he was saying.

After a minor stroll through Athens and showing Levi the Acropolis its time for some Moussaka. We manage to find a restaurant where we can get some nice looking Moussaka and vine leaves.

After dinner we thought it was time to party. Even though we were all really dead tired we tried our best to find a bar. We walked around and around and nothing seemed to excite us. So it was back to the hotel and an early night.

Once again it was time to sneak Levi in. While distracting reception Levi made a clear break upstairs.

Welcome back to Athens…Now were stuck at the Airport!

What can I say after that flight I was still a little shaken about. Who wouldn’t be? It was a flight from hell. After waiting for our luggage again for 30 minutes we managed to get through customs. Once again there was no customs at customs in Athens.

The 6 hour Airport wait

We thought we would wait for our friend Levi who was on a flight to Athens in about 2 hours. So we wandered around the airport like lunatics until we decided to have lunch. After walking into a pasta shop we walked back outside when we saw the price list.

Next stop was maccas. I haven’t had maccas for so long that I forgot what a big Mac tasted like. After spending like 20 dollars on maccas we sat down for lunch. This is when we noticed that there was a guy at maccas drinking beer. Who comes to maccas to drink? For crying out loud there isn’t any normal people left in this world. The guy was treating maccas as a bar. One beer after the other. The next thing you know maccas will open a pub section.

The wrong number

We decided to call Levi’s mobile. When we did we managed to get a travel agent. We were confused and didn’t know what the hell was happening. So we thought we will go check if the plane is on its way only to find out that the flights been delayed. We had an extra 3 hours now at the airport. This was starting to remind me of the whole Kath and Kim episode where they spent the whole holiday at the airport shopping at duty free. Only we couldn’t afford to shop at duty free in Athens.

The Tray

We decided that to kill some time we should make a welcome to Athens poster for Levi. So we spent 15 minutes drawing on a card I had in my suitcase. This is after my friend caused an incident at maccas. She made me go over to collect some one’s tray at maccas so that we can use the paper on the tray to make the sign. The only problem was when I picked up the tray and emptied it in the bin I realised that the other side had writing on it. This was screwed. Meanwhile people were looking at me as a maccas staff member. Walking around like a psycho lunatic collecting trays off the tables.

Meanwhile I had to sort out some hotel information when we got back to Istanbul. You see we switched our flight from Athens back to Istanbul to get back to Istanbul earlier to shop. Only problem was that we had no accommodation. You think I would be more concerned on where I was sleeping. Finally after a few calls we had accommodation.

The Info Desk

The airport seemed to drag on further and further. I thought to kill some time that I should harass the information desk. So I spent some quality time harassing the guy at the info desk. He didn’t know anything. Or maybe he had no idea what I wanted. Why put an info desk if you cant answer my questions. They weren’t that hard. I just wanted to know the hotspots of Athens and if my friend was on the flight. All I got was that he couldn’t give out personal information. For crying out loud I’m giving you practically all the information why cant you inform me if he boarded the freaking plane or not?

My next bright idea was to grab coffee from a coffee cart where the woman spent most of her time on the phone rather than behind the cart. After ordering coffee and paying around 10 bucks I continue to sit and wait. The coffee was good. I think with the texture fumes and the coffee I was quite entertained for a short while.

All I could say was hurry up Levi!

The Flight from HELL!

What the hell was I thinking trying to get off this island? I have and I repeat I have never been so scared in my life. This flight was from hell. It was a 20-minute flight back to Athens from Mykonos but I can’t explain how I felt. I think I lost a few years in my life sitting on that plane. I was convinced that I wasn’t going to make it to Athens. The plane was shaking and making weird noises. All of a sudden a weird part of the plane came undone at one stage.

We got screwed by the airhostess. She was giving out orange juice with a tray. She managed to give it to the first 5 or 6 people sitting at the front of the plane. Then due to the plane shaking she had to sit down and we never got orange juice. I wanted orange juice. I paid for this flight I should of got orange juice. It’s the least they can do for me, after I was about to pee in my pants. The minute that plane landed in Athens I was so relieved. I can’t believe that I actually paid to get on that rollercoaster ride.

The Relief Day – Were Getting off the Island FINALLY!

Wake up call

You know something is about to happen when you wake up with our new “Christine” ring tone we recorded. After scaring the hell out of me this morning with that in my ear it was time to get dress and run to reception.

The Important call

We run to reception to see if there is any new about our ferry. The reception guy tells us we got a call from our tour guys. We ask what they said. He mumbles that we need to leave our ferry tickets here and that he didn’t understand the message fully. We look at him to see if he is for real. We ask why he didn’t transfer an important call like that. He replies that it was too early in the morning and he thought we were sleeping so he didn’t want to wake up. I’m standing there in shock. This guy knew we were trapped on this island. We have been waiting for this important call. What type of an idiot receptionist doesn’t transfer the call through to our room? What the hell was that tiny brain of his thinking? Seriously what drugs was this guy on. Doesn’t he have any reception skills? For crying out loud the least he could of done was got the message correct. He couldn’t even understand what the message was about and they spoke to him in Greek. FFS this guy is Greek. He doesn’t understand his own people. God forbid if they spoke to him in English or another language. We walked off in disgust. What the hell were we suppose to do. Should we go to the port again and wait for a ferry?

The Travel Agent Call

We called up our tour company and the stupid bitch from Athens was no help to us at all. I could have had a better conversation with a 5-year-old kid or a homeless person. We called up the travel agent to see if we can find any flights. The travel agent told us there were 3 seats left on the afternoon flight. So we all screamed BOOK IT. We managed to book the flight. We quickly ran back upstairs to our room, grabbed our passports and dashed back to reception. We called for a taxi and speeded down to the city centre. We managed to book the flight at around 76 Euros. Which is like 150 Australian dollars. We grabbed our tickets and had a group hug that we were actually getting off the island. What the hell were we on about who knows.

Last minute random purchases

We raced around the city centre of Mykonos grabbing last minute random gifts. While running around I got burped in the face by this fuckwit. What type of an idiot burps in my face? For a minute I thought I smelt pita rolls. It was at this point I was turned off them.

The $40 dollar woman Strikes again

This one really kills it. Were walking towards the $40 dollar woman’s shop. She’s outside doing something when she spots us coming towards her shop. She runs inside her shop and closes both doors and locks up. For crying out loud what kind of a sick person sees us coming and closes their shop. She must have been going through her price list before we step back into the shop. Honestly I don’t know what the hell she is on or what the hell she is chewing but that woman has serious issues. Just for spite we went back into her shop that afternoon to buy another painting.

Were standing minding our own business trying to select a painting when a light bulb blows up smack bang in our face. For a minute I thought the shop was getting attacked or something. What kind of a sick persons light bulb blows up on us? Were quite lucky the light didn’t explode on us with glass going everywhere.

The Crepe & the 60-year-old man

We thought we would grab some lunch before heading back to the hotel. I really felt like crepe so we entered this store that has really nice crepes. We stood there for 5 minutes trying to decide what to buy. Then my friend said she didn’t want any and that she was going to the mini market next store to get a drink. So I asked her if she could grab me a coke. It was her idea to go to the mini market not mine.

So I manage to get my chocolate crepe and wait outside for her. She comes running from the mini market trying to explain to me that she just got picked up by a 60 year old man while buying the drinks. She keeps saying that he said Bella to her. She was asking me what an Italian guy was doing on a Greek island. Finally after much arguing I told her that the old guy was saying ela to her not bella. Ela means come here in Greek. While arguing about this whole thing the old guy came driving past in his car waving at people. For crying out loud isn’t there any normal people on this island.


Off to the Airport…

After all the fuss in the city centre we managed to get back to the hotel and drag those suitcases down again. We caught a cab to the airport. The guy charged us 7 Euros for it. We couldn’t believe it. The airport was closer than the city centre and we were paying like 14 Australian dollars for it. You gotta love the fact that there are no meters in the taxis and they just pull a figure from anywhere.

At the airport we couldn’t check in straight away. The airport was so tiny. My friend brought a disgusting cheese roll, which she paid like 3 Euros for it. What the hell was wrong with her? She might as well just brought a packet of cheese from the mini market and sucked on it.

We finally managed to check in after a minor security check and we jumped on the plane back to Athens. This was it. We were leaving the island with so many memories with us! Thank god! I don't think I could of taken anymore of the 40 dollar woman, constipated woman or the crazy hat woman!

The 4th night on MYKONOS

No Moussaka NO Souvlaki

There was no way we could have another night of Greek food. There is only so much of Souvlaki and Moussaka you can eat. We ended up at some Italian restaurant, which wasn’t so bad after all. I think I had pizza.

The Orange Juice Incident

You think having the taxi woman slam the door in my face was bad enough well get this. We walk into a mini market and go to the fridge section to get some orange juice to mix with our vodka. We spend like 10 minutes arguing over which orange juice to buy. I wanted an orange juice to myself but some people kept insisting we should only buy one. So after our argument we went to the counter & paid for it. 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.

This lead into our night as we ended up outside Skandinavian bar. After shoving like a couple of B52 shots down my throat it was time to party! Oh yeah this is after our vodka orange juice. Don’t ask me what was in the B52’s. They were cheap and worth drinking.

The Skandinavian bar

You think we would learn and not head back here. WRONG! In tonight’s little episode a 40-year-old lesbian picked up my friend. My friend was dancing with me when this woman walked up to her and said, “You dance so beautifully”. We didn’t know whether we should laugh in her face or thank her. She couldn’t stop staring. What the hell did she think she was going to do? Was this her regular pick up line? Who uses that? Why on earth would she comment on the way someone moves their body? God I wonder if my friend was dancing erotically? Could we have been that drunk? That my friend was pole dancing and I couldn’t remember. I remember the pole being there. I remember girls dancing on it. What the hell was happening…?

PORTA BAR

Ok now I remember we were seriously smashed. We got bored at the Skandinavian bar and decided to make it exciting. We decided to head into Porta bar. The deal was we had to last in their for 5 minutes.

We walked past the bar like 15 times trying to decide if we should go in or not. Finally we found the back entrance! How appropriate. We managed to get to the corner of the bar and sit.

We realised it was packed. Now I know where half of Mykonos was. Oh for the people who don’t know Porta bar is a gay bar. We got bored and decided to see what was happening here. The place was filled with guys. We didn’t know what to do here so we finally got up and struggled through the guys to get to the front entrance.

Finally we walked outside and laughed for 10 minutes. I seriously don’t know what the hell we were thinking walking in there……

And just for the record no i didn't get picked up by a guy hehehe

MYKONOS - WERE TRAPPED

The Day we were supposed to leave

The usual – wake up call at 6am, pack my suitcase in the morning, rush downstairs to have breakfast when there’s a bloody cat trying to jump you and of course dragging my suitcase down a flight of stairs and across reception followed by another 2 flights of stairs just to catch a taxi to go to the port. The plan is Santorini here we come.

The Port

We arrive at the port only to look confused when we notice that there are no people around and no boat to be seen. We question whether we are at the wrong port. There are 2 ports on the island – the new and the old port. We gather it must be the new port. We stand there like lunatics trying to find out what the hell is going on. While parading around the port with suitcases the only people to be seen in sight are actually 3 dogs.

Finally I leave my suitcase and head over to the travel agency across the road from the port. I enter in hope of finding out where we should be. I ask the woman at the reception and she kindly informs me

“All ferries have been cancelled due to bad weather conditions”. It’s at this moment I realise we are screwed!

Walking back to the port I break the news to my friends including the 3 dogs surrounding my suitcase. We spend the next 5 minutes panicking and thinking what the hell are we going to do. It’s at this moment that we realise we have nowhere to sleep tonight. I think the dogs get excited at the fact we might keep them company tonight.

In fear of sleeping on the streets we quickly head to the hotel information office and book the first room we find. We leave a deposit and rush out to go collect our key. On the way I suggest that we contact our tour company and speak to them. We settle outside a phone booth while I make the call.

The Call

The tour woman has no idea what the hell is going on. She doesn’t realise that all ferries have been cancelled. So she tells me to go back to the hotel we were standing at and check back in. They will fix up the accommodation and get back to us.

The next thing was to go back to the tourist office and cancel our room booking and manage to get our deposit back. After throwing a good story the deposit is ours. I think a few tears here and there would have helped. This was such a tease. Booking and then cancelling accommodation. Seriously who does that?

Still under the influence of the motion sickness tablets we took we decided to head back to the hotel but not before meeting the New Zealand couple, which were sitting on a bench playing cards. They informed us that the weather only turned bad three days ago. Aka the day we arrived…… interesting! Coincidence? I don't think so...

We cab it to the hotel just in time. We reclaim our previous room. Its massive group hugs when we realise we saved our VODKA bottle. We decided not to take the bottle with us to Santorini so we left it in the hotel room. This meant another drunken night. Oh god!

After the mess we got ourselves into we couldn’t believe we were stuck here. Comments were flying everywhere. No one wanted to go back to the Skandinavian bar but where else was there to go? At one stage I screamed “I’m having sex tonight”.

Chrissy & the call

Then this lead into a phone call to Chrissy. Leaving an abusive message on her voice mail. I think the exact words were:

“You suck. Were trapped on this island because of you. All ferries have been cancelled. You cursed us. This is your fault. I’m never going to forgive you. Show us your tits”.

Right seems like we have issues with Chrissy!

After this stress relief exercise we headed back to the 24-hour café that wasn’t 24 hours. I seriously don’t understand why we kept going to this café, as the coffee was real bad. The food wasn’t that appealing as well. Just for the record we did see “J” again sitting at the café.

The abusive exchange woman

The next stop was the exchange woman. We thought since being stuck on this island we might as well take a day tour around the island. We walk into her office and ask her for day tours. She throws a big tantrum and tells us off. She apparently told us yesterday that all tours depart at 9am. For crying out loud woman obviously we would have come at 9am if we weren’t supposed to leave the island. After her telling us off we decided to head to the beach again.

We caught a bus to Ornos. I think we spent about an hour here just taking pictures and video camering random things. At one stage we filmed a small documentary on how our trip was going...


The Taxi Tease

While waiting at the bus stop, this woman jumps into a cab and then yells out at us:

“Are you going to Mykonos city centre?" Before we could even answer her she slams the cab door on us and drives off.

We were in shock as to what the hell that was about. Who stands there asking you if you are going to the city centre and slams a taxi door on you? Here we are thinking she probably wants to split the taxi fair with us and then she slams a door on us. What type of an inconsiderate person teases us like that? We could have gone back to town earlier. Instead we had to wait for the bloody bus. Stupid tourist!

The after beach

Arrived back into the city centre for more pita rolls and shopping. Along the way we manage to track our mate Pedros. The cutie is strolling around outside Nikos. This Turkish guy who works at the restaurant tells off poor Pedros. The Turkish guy screams his head because Pedros was trying to steal food from the restaurant. Next thing you know Pedros manages to go hide in the restaurant kitchen. Meanwhile I got the whole thing on tape. Sorry Pedros! It was too good to stop recording...

The Menu gropper

We decide to keep walking around where we spot this restaurant hidden in the back of the island filled with people. My friend runs up the stairs to look at the menu in hope of having dinner here tonight. Next thing you know she gets grabbed by one of the waiters. While I’m laughing my head off I manage to capture the whole incident on tape. I’m sure I can use this against her some day.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worst the whole $40 woman thing happened with her “No Money” business. This then lead into us discovering the constipated woman and also the crazy hat woman. I don’t think I can even explain them but we managed to go back and film them on camera so we can laugh at them later on.

After what we have been through it was time to head to an Internet café. We had to tell people what was happening. This was the stupidest idea we have ever had on the island. We spent $20 between us using the Internet for an hour. What the hell were we thinking?

Heading back to the hotel for a long shower and a siesta.

Another night on Mykonos was what was to come. Oh F***!!!