Cock and Bull Stories

The adventures of a 20 year old student traveling around Europe.

Monday, January 15, 2007

GREECE!

A long time has passed since my last blog entry. Basically the reasoning for this was just due to sheer lazyness as well as computer troubles which got me behind. Regardless, I wanted to write short stories of the rest of the trip for those who might care the read stories about them. I will keep it up about once every week and include more pictures this time...yippe!

I think I left you guys at Greece. Our group of 6 made it to Athens for our first 2 nights where we cruised around almost all the sights while trying to avoid the thousands of wild dogs and cats roaming the streets looking for table scraps. It was here we tried our first shot of Ouzo, a traditional Greek liquor that tastes very strongly like black liquourish (not always a good thing), got confused for being Greek 8 or 9 times, made friends with a few stray dogs and ate some plenty of feta cheese and baclava to go around. After this, the group split up. Two of the girls decided they would like to go to the islands in SE Greece (Santorini, Mikanos, etc...) instead of the trip we had planned before: A hostel/resort called the Pink Palace on the island of Corfu off the western coast of Greece.

View of the Acropolis from the streets of Athens

After our LONG travel on a bus and then a ferry, we got to the island and were met by a Pink Palace representative, a crazy old lady named Magda who, when asked, claimed she was 'concieved, born and raised at the Pink Palace'...ok then. We had an interesting drive up winding, olive covered roads in a big van going way to fast. When we were, thankfully, let out of the car, we checked in and got a complimentary shot of Ouzo at the front desk (yeah!?). The 4 of us proceded to get bags into our rooms and sat on our balconies as we enjoyed the sun setting just over the cove that our rooms looked over.
The view from Gavin and I's balcony

That night we got on our pink togas and had an actual Greek toga party at the bar down the road from our rooms. After a night filled of all sorts of debauchery, and 5 ounce shots, I woke up the next morning, drank a big glass of water, got Gavin and I's togas folded up for return and noticed that his was COVERED in dirt, blood and everything else I didn't want to know about. When I returned Gavin woke up and the first words that came out of his mouth were; 'what the fuck happened last night?!'

After I stopped laughing, he goes to tell me he lost his glasses, he had someone elses sandals and there were cuts and bruises all over his body. Not to mention, he doesn't remember anything after the first drink that followed dinner. After a little more histeria, we realized that we didn't really have much more time to dilly dally since the booze cruise was coming up fast and we had to sign up to make sure we could get on. I knocked on the girls door, Janine answered it looking like she spent the night awake in a lesbian jail clenching a big bottle of water. After I talked her into drinking more on a boat in a few hours, we had our suits on and got on the boat for even more good times.

Gavin and I before the Toga Party

The Booze Cruise took us first to a 50+ft cliff that I did twice and what a rush a 5 second free fall is! Our next stop took us to an halfway submerged cave which had a second cliff of about 30 feet for us to jump off of. I gathered some courage and after a few practice jumps, did a front flip off the rock, climbed back on the boat with adrenaline induced shakes and we were on our way again . The last stop was a secluded beach where we call played frisbee, had a few more brews and made our way back to the hostel.

On the way back a thing happened that I think will stick in my mind for the rest of my life as one of the most rediculous moments of my days...This one Aussie guy was completely smashed, laying on the boat's bar, playing with the dildo attached to the end of the beer bong when I, after he tried to stick it in my face, pointed it back at him jokingly. Immediately after I did that, he went from laying down to up on his feet and off the side of the boat at full throttle in one leap. It seemed that only the boat driver and myself realized what had just happened and since I was too busy laughing my ass off in amazement, the captain threw the Aussie a life saver which he proceded to start swimming on to the nearest island (about a mile away). We got the Aussie back on the boat, tied him down (no, not really) and got back to the hostel where we all showered and got ready for another night at the club near the hostel. At dinner, the boat jumper's girlfriend was sitting alone and said that her boyfriend was so pissed drunk that he couldn't even wake up for dinner!
Me jumping off the big cliff on the Booze Cruise

The next day we planned to go on an ATV safari. We got geared up and had a short chat with the tour guide who couldn't help but talk tits and ass every 30 seconds. I have to admit, it was pretty funny for the first, say, 5 minutes but this thing lasted over 5 hours which = not so funny. So, after going on trails faster than I thought could be safe, almost rolling my quad and getting some amazing views of the island, we got back and did our regular routine.

The Group on one of the many picturesque views of the island

The next day was October 31st and for those involved in satanic cults, it means Halloween. Now, usually no one else but Americans celebrate all hallows eve but since this hostel was populated by more Americans than not, they thought it neccissary to throw a party...well not so much a Halloween party as it was just another excuse to get hammered.

After deliberating on which t-shirt and pair of jeans would make a good costume, I had the grandious idea to dress up as Kevin Federline (the ex-husband to Brittany Spears who is known for being one of the biggest wannabe gangstas in the buisness). My costume consisted of a camoflauge shirt, my muddy jeans from quadding, a pair of fake Dior sunglasses and most importantly, a 5 day old beard with cornrows. For the 40% of the people at the party, all I had to say was K-Fed's signature line, 'po-po-zow!' and I had them going crazy...actually that phrase turned into pretty much all that I said to anyone by the end of the night, haha!

Pre-Halloween dress-up party

The week was coming to an end and all that the rest of us wanted to do was chill by the beach and relax while we got a little fall time tan in the 75 degree weather. The last day and a half we were there, things started to wind down at the hostel as well as a storm front came in which cooled it down significantly which made it easy for us to part ways with 'The Palace'.

We got back to Athens a day before we had planned and when we arrived there at 4am, we couldn't check into our hostel until 11am so we went for a hike up the acropolis again and hung out on a biblical rock, awaiting an Athenian sunrise. After a few hours we couldn't wait anymore so we got some food and took a nice nap on the hostel louge's couches.
Me at the higest point of Athens viewing over all its glory

We finally woke up, played some chess, ate some toast, took a shower and went on another walkabout around the city for one last time before we departed from where has been thought was the location of mythical city of Atlanis.

All in all I did a lot this trip, saw ancient ruins, jumped off rediculously high cliffs, swam in bat caves, danced in a pink toga, rode a quad to views better than anything I'll ever see again and spent time with great friends. I hope you enjoied this latest installment of the "Cock and Bull Stories". Send me a message if you like this style of posting better than the old...or if you want to see anything different.

Next entry will tell the tale of a journey to Saltzburg, Austria where Dustin and I explored salt mines, lived The Sound of Music, saw where Mozart was born and got into the typical nightlife scene.

Alright, thanks again for reading and until next time, goodbye!

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