MYKONOS - TO CLUB OR NOT TO CLUB. THAT IS THE QUESTION...
I don’t even know why I bothered to get out of bed today. I felt like death warmed up. I could barely swallow anything. My throat was killing me, my head was aching and I felt like I was on my death bed. I think we managed to drag ourselves out of bed early mid afternoon only to grab some breakfast. Good luck swallowing it!
We walked around the corner from our apartment to collapse at the crepe shop. Not the crepe shop we went to the other day when there was a blackout but the one two seconds from our apartment.
Lucy looked worst than I did. She was right. Mykonos would get its revenge on us after day 3 - it always does. If were not sick were trapped on this island on day 4.
We ordered some tea and turkey, tomato and cheese crepes. Man was I looking forward to the tea. We all know how much I love my coffee in the mornings but at a time like this I need tea. The tea seemed to smooth our throats so we continued drinking until we nearly peed in our pants...
We eventually manage to swallow our breakfast and tea with minimum conversation. We both knew were we sick as hell and couldn’t be bothered putting two sentences together. We managed to get up and do at least one lap before Lucy looked like she was about to collapse smack bang in the middle of Mykonos town.
I think if she collapsed, I would collapse with her just for the hell of it. That way some one would come and carry us to a hospital or apartment to rest. Knowing our luck one of the Mykonos homeless would take this moment to celebrate Christmas and strip all our clothes off us.
We stroll over to the chemist in Mykonos town to realise it is closed for siesta time. Damn that means no more pills for us. Not that we don’t have any. Trust me we are loaded but we figured more pills are good.
I was feeling sick so I decided to walk back to the apartment while Lucy decided to plant herself down near Christine’s phone box. 5 minutes later when I walk out of the apartment I notice Lucy downstairs. Apparently while she was sitting near Christine’s phone box some random old homeless man started talking to her in Greek or something. Lucy couldn’t deal with this at her current stage so she packed up and left leaving the old homeless man talking to himself.
We decided we were in no state to do happy laps around Mykonos town today so instead we decided to stock up on necessary supplies such as heaps of water, lemon ice tea and tissues. When my throat clogs up like this the only thing that I can drink is lemon ice tea. If I try drinking water I feel like vomiting. Trust me I don’t understand it either.
Collecting our needs we stroll back to the apartment as Local Christine stares at us. Would it kill you to make us some soup woman?
We jump back into bed trying to sleep but its making the situation worst. We manage to get some rest when we decide to head back out around 9pm. Merely because we need to grab dinner and because Lucy needs to see the Chemist. We walk into the chemist and Lucy manages to find some tablets to satisfy herself. As were leaving I notice a honey lemon throat spray. Lucy convinces me to buying it and trust me it was one of the best purchases I made. It helped my throat a lot. My throat has been so dry and aching for the last few hours that I was ready to try anything.
We only managed to walk from the chemist to the same Greek Tavern we went last night. We sat down and immediately asked the waiter on whether they had soup or not. The waiter told us they only had chicken soup.Our next question was how big the chicken soup was. Not that we wanted to share but we figured if the soup is big then we can only get one main instead of two. The waiter told us it was a small bowl.
10 minutes later the waiter brings this out:
Chicken Soup
Ok if the guy calls this small, god forbid what big is. Yes size matters! Half of Africa could eat this. We started drinking our chicken soup. It reminds me of the chicken soup my mum makes me when I’m sick. For a split second it felt so homey and nice. I miss my bed...
We barely finished the chicken soup when the main meals arrived. I ordered chicken and potatoes where as Lucy went for the stuffed tomatoes.
Chicken & Potatoes
We were both full from the chicken soup. The thought of eating a main made us both sick. We both started playing with our foods. I was tempted to handle this Mr Bean style and hide the food in someone’s handbag. The only hand bag close by was Lucy’s and she would probably stick the chicken leg up my ass if I attempted.
One of the waiters noticed we barely touched our foods and asked us if everything was ok and why we are not eating. We told him the soup made us full. God the last thing I need to do now is offend the Greeks for not eating their food. Honestly it would be easier shoving it all into Lucy’s hand bag. I’m in no state to have a Greek Dinner Incident.
We finished up on dinner at the Greek Tavern. I actually really like this Tavern. They were playing some mad Greek Music. Pity I’m feeling like I’m on my death bed. I could so see myself working at this Greek Tavern for an entire summer. OMG need to get evil thoughts out…
We leave the Greek Tavern to do one small lap up to the $40 woman’s shop.
Our hearts aren’t in it so we return back to the apartment facing local Christine as we walk up. Less than 5 minutes into the apartment Lucy is in the toilet throwing up. She walks out declaring she feels much better. 20 Euros down the drown!
We turned on the TV and we knew the only thing that would make us feel better is Je’ Taime.
I dont even know how to explain these fucked up people on the show~!
We stupidly decide to leave the apartment to go clubbing again. What the fuck is wrong with us? Lucy throws a fuss that we need to overdose. Fuck I’m going to be leaving the island in an airplane ambulance soon.
We stroll down the freak drag when Lucy decides to check out some leather bags. There was no time to speak. I had my camera out taking photos. It was one of those insane moments.
Meanwhile Lucy caught onto it and decided to play along and seem interested in the ridiculous shaped football looking handbags. I think some where along the line I kept saying you need to buy one, we should get one each for our mothers. I’m on pills leave me alone…
We eventually leave the leather woman once we have enough footage. Next stop is $40 woman. One second guest appearance for us would send us mental clubbing till 5am I reckon. Unfortunately no sign of the $40 woman. However this woman made the cut:
She looks like she would spit on every tourist walking by. I reckon she would cover Lucy in spit head to toe.
Some how I get coned into entering the bar. Wait we made some kind of a deal and for the life of me I cant remember it now. I swear I remember I negotiated some deal with Lucy. Damn it - memory loss.
We push through the crowds on the stairs and enter. Honestly the minute we get to the top we are like celebrity. The guy at the door knows us.
We both walk in and head straight for the podium. We need our comfort. In fact we don’t speak about, argue about or reason with it. We both simply head and climb to the podium. Hey if I’m going to be dancing I might as well be comfortable.
Skandanavian Bar staff partying hard:
Special guest appearance by our Italian friends:
Skandanavian jam packed:
This Asian hat woman was now on the podium next to Lucy and I swear it was within moments that Lucy would lift her up and throw her across the room. I reckon if Lucy wasn’t sick and had the energy this Asian hat woman would be everyone’s volleyball across the bar.
There was so much more we both could take in this bar. We came to some agreement that we would leave around 1 or 1:30am. I cant remember. Anyway we leave the bar to head for a pita roll.
We shove a pita roll down our throats and end up back at the apartment popping more pills…
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