The Morning After...

Ohhhhhhhhh ITS TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING!!!!

Some how we decide to get up around 10am for breakfast realising it's way too early in the morning. We practically went to bed when the sun came out and that bloody coffee didn't help as well. I was lying in bed with my heart skipping beats. I don't know how Nagasaki was feeling. Double Greek coffee is demanding no sleep.

Once again we had to leave the window open so that we don't die of lack of air. Smack bang in the morning a group of dogs decided to have a mother's meeting in front of our window followed by a group orgy. As if this wasn't enough it was a motorcyle drag race up and down our alley. I was ready to jump out of bed with a baseball bat and smack someone in the face as they were riding their motorcyle down the alley way through our window. It would have been a great baseball game for me.

With lack of sleep we manage to stroll down to the water to have breakfast. We find a cafe to plant down in and I'm half asleep looking through the menu. I think I order something like Chocolate banana crepes and Nagasaki decides to have lunch instead of breakfast with Spaghetti.

We spent the next half an hour waiting for our breakfast when the table next to us throws a huge tantrum at the waiter because their order was not processed. Next thing you know they storm off and were left there to eat their dust. After a long wait our breakfast arrives. Soon we need to discuss what last night was about but we just can't bring ourselves to start.

We soon discuss the psycho Asian chick. I swear this chick was dancing as if she was madonna's backup dancer. The only problem, she had no idea how to dance. No guy wanted to approach her or dance with her. It was like she was having some sort of fit on the dancefloor. Hence if you don't want to get picked up you should dance like her.

After this long discussion covering the Asian woman, Johnny wanting a threesome, the straw guy, cocaine guy and Tony the hard italian it was time to face day two in Mykonos.

The XCHANGE WOMAN

Our first morning stop was of course our $40 Dollar woman. Unfortunately she was closed shop again. Feeling shitty about the fact that we have no one to harrass we decide to check out the exchange office for the excange woman. We approach the shop and decide not to go in if its the fat guy who nearly shitted his guts out. We manage to grab a glimspe of the exchange woman and race into the office as if they are giving away free money.

The minute we approach the exchange woman, she remembers us. Like WTF? We must have unforgetable faces. We have a noice chat to her and she questions us on where we are staying and how much we are paying. It seems that she can do us a deal if we EVER decide to come back to Mykonos. She gives us her email and we rush out on a high as she remember us. To hell with it I would remember us. Oh somewhere in between we manage to take a secret photo of her for our records.

Picture - Xchange Woman

After being on such a high special thanks to the xchange woman we head back to the apartment to get changed for the beach. We arrive into the apartment and its every man for himself. We storm out of the apartment in a mad rush to get to the bus stop because Nagasaki thinks the bus is about to leave.

We arrive at the bus stop and jump onto a bus only to be told by the bus driver that we have to go to a store to buy bus tickets to Paradise beach. Realising this is totally bullshit as we didn't have to do this last year we decide to follow his instructions.

We walk into the nearest shop near the bus stop to buy tickets and end up in a queue behind two people. We end up waiting and waiting because the prick at the first counter is trying to order vodka and OJ but is arguing over something. Its early in the morning and this guys already hitting the bottle. Apparently the argument was that he wanted more vodka than OJ.

Someone should have smashed the bottle of Vodka on his head and see how he liked that. Stupid wanker maded us wait for like 15 minutes just so that he can get smashed. What kind of an inconsiderate lunatic keep me waiting when the bus is about to pull out. I was waiting for Nagasaki to reach into his throat and pull out his kidney and hand it to me as a reward. Moving right along we finally reach the woman at the counter and purchase our tickets and rush back onto the bus.

We manage to plant ourselves down on the seat when we notice this couple walk in and smack bang purchase bus tickets from the bus driver. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT? What kind of a sick person makes me go to all that effort if you could purchase them on the bus. Feeling annoyed and frustruated we sit there trying very hard not to think about the bus driver screwing us over.

We arrive at Paradise beach and the bus driver should consider himself lucky as I walk off the bus without swearing at him. The minute we get to Paradise Beach we decide we should plant ourselves on a beach chair and pass out. Realising its still too early in the morning I think we manage to get some sleep on the beach while some of us tried very hard getting a tan. After a while we notice that the beach is over run by trannies. I dont think Ive seen so many in my life.
Its like the mardigra here at the beach today.

For some reason we decide to get up from the beach and head back into town. After a brief nap one needs to eat. So what better way than hop back onto a bus to Mykonos town. When we arrive its pitta rolls again before we head to the apartment for a nap.

I think we were only up for a few hours before we slept on the beach. Following the beach we were only up for an hour before hitting the sack again. After a few good hours we manage to drag ourselves from bed to prepare for dinner. I know it sounds like all we do at Mykonos is eat and sleep. Well it is but thats not the point anyway.

Before dinner we decide to race to the $40 dollar womans shop to see if she's back in town. Once again the shop is closed and we are disappointed. We do our usual lap around the town before heading to this pizza place for some dinner. We walk into this pizza shop and the waiter takes us upstairs. The top of the pizza place is basically a roof top. You can barely stand straight without hitting your head. You have to bend down as your walking. We sit at a table and browse through the menu. Were not starving but feel alittle hungry.

We order a mushroom bruschetta as an entree and that was a entire meal itself. We also ordered one pizza and a tomato salad, which came with a basket of bread and some dip oil.

Picture - The mushroom Bruschetta as entree

I think I was full by the entree when the pizza and tomato salad came. Now let me explain this tomato salad. Here I was thinking it would be a salad with lettures, tomato and possibly olivies with dressing. Instead we get a plate of peeled tomato's slammed onto our table. There was a total of 3 olivies decorated around it. Who orders a plate of tomato's? This was another one of our great ideas to try and save money. Instead of ordering the Greek salad we ordered the tomato salad and only got tomatos only.

After munching away on the entree and tomato salad we managed to make room for the pizza. Since the entree and tomato salad took up all the room on the table, we tried reshuffing the table and almost dropped a bottle from the balcony we were on, on top of some waiter. Luckly we have quick reflex actions and stopped this before it happened.

The pizza was absoultely YUMMY. I remember the base and crust being so smooth and soft and soooo yummy. If I wasn't too full I would have finished the pizza on my own.

Feeling extremely satisfied we decide to head for a few laps around town. We are heading towards our apartment way when we notice that our best mate who wanted a threesome last night sitting at a cafe. While Johnny was sitting at this cafe we decided this was the perfect moment to get photos of him for closure. While Nagasaki stood in the middle of the street we tried taking several photo's of him only to be disappointed by the outcome. Everytime I took a picture it turned out blurry. I hate my night shot, it never comes out picture perfect.

Trying to be not too obvious we obviously cause a scene in the middle of the street with the camera before storming off. Somewhere along the line, Nagasaki scores a free pass to Space bar so we decide to check out the bar even though I have to pay for it.

We continue our lap when we run smack bang into the hard Italian guy, who is working on the streets for a living. He has his own stall well a blanket and a few items trying to braid people hair and give them hair extensions. We spend the next 15 minutes walking up and down his stall to try and get his photo for our records and of course we fail again due to the night shot.

We continued to walk around when we ran into Johnny again. Nagasaki decided to snob Johnny off and entered the first store and pretended to shop while I got stuck outside and caught eye contact with Johnny. Johnny waved at me to go over to him. Standing there alone it was abit hard to try and pretend I didn't see him as he was smack bang in my face.

So I walk over and Johnny's sitting at this cafe with a friend. He introduces me to his friend and I get the immediate feeling that his friend is flirting with me with a huge grin on his face. His smiling so bad that his about to fall over from smiling at me so much. We strike up a brief conversation as we are quite limited on what we can talk about.

Finally Nagasaki walks out and notices I am with Johnny. Nagasaki walks over and the moment just got more awkward. Johnny asked if we were going to Skan. Bar tonight and we tell him we are checking out Space bar. He mumbles something and we walk off. Nagasaki is packing it as it was quite awkward once again. We soon realise that Johnny was trying to set me up with his mate. First he wanted a threesome with me and now his pimping me off to his mates. GOD that guy has some issues.

Walking and bagging out Johnny we find ourselves waiting in front of the $40 dollar womans shop only to be disappointed again. This time feeling annoyed we decide to go next door and ask why the hell this woman isn't opening up shop in the middle of peak season. We walk into the sarong shop next door and I ask why the shop next door is not open.

I get told " I don't know, Sometimes open, sometimes no open".

We practically storm out of the shop stressing that this woman wont open shop while we are here. She must know we are on the island.

For stress relief we head to Skan. Bar where the night begins BUT we have to get out of here...