Day 5 - Paradise Beach

Despite the insane night we had before, we got up at 8:30 to dash to the reception hoping that they can contact the tourist information office and see if they have our ferry tickets. After scoffing down honey and cake, we finally got the call. THEY HAVE OUR FERRY TICKETS! We dashed back to the room, got changed and quickly hailed a cab to their office. After checking that they are indeed our tickets, we threw our arms around each other like we just got released from prison and laughed and cried like lunatics. Composing ourselves, we decided to do some quick shopping around the island before we headed to the beach. 3 words. Postcards, Oil paintings.

We hiked our way up the hill, through the gale force wind whilst dodging cars that we're trying to run us down and finally got back to the hotel. We dumped all of our shopping, changed into our swim wear and hiked all the way back into town.

We quickly jumped onto a bus to Paradise beach. Actually, jump isn't the right word. Its too easy and carefree. Try the words crawl, squeeze, squish, push, climbed our way into a bus that was packed to the brim. We ended up standing on the back steps of the bus squashed right up against the door! Sardines in a can is nothing compared to what we had to go through. The worst part was that the bus was crammed to the brim with kids. And the way off the bus was pass us and over our feet. I'm lucky to still have 10 toes left after that ordeal.

Arriving at Paradise Beach, we picked out a nice spot close to the water that had beach beds and umbrellas. As we were settling down and trying to relax, some strange arse guy walked up to us and demanded money for using the beds. GDI. Who the hell pays $12 to use an umbrella and a bed? Not like we needed the umbrella anyway. I wasted about 30mins slapping sunscreen on due to my fear of getting severly sunburned only to freeze my arse off in the sun. It was around this time that we noticed that all the people to the left of us were normal and all the people to right of us were naked. There were Boobs and Dicks EVERYWHERE! Like OMG! I quickly whipped on my sunnies and buried my head in a book. For some unknown reason, SOME PEOPLE kept looking around and finally spotted a potential Sugar Daddy for Cherry. He was quite attractive. I mean he was thin, yet he had man boobs. And for some unknown reason, he had extremely LONG chest hair hanging from his nipples. I swear to god they were long enough to plait. The best bit? He was strutting around naked! >_<> who said hi. Avoiding eye contact, we someone managed to stumble into Nikos. We managed to score a table when Petros showed up wowing the crowd. HE WAS SO CUTE!! I JUST WANTED TO THROW MY ARMS AROUND HIM AND CUDDLE HIM!! AHEaHEaHEa He was so sweet!! awwwwwww

Anyway, during our dinner of baked pasta and stuffed eggplants that weren't stuffed, we realised that the couple next to us were actually Turkish and were over indulging a bit on Ouzo. Luckily, they knew to mix. After eavesdropping throughout the whole dinner (Not like I understood), we wandered around whilst sculling our OJ. We made a few phone calles (You know who you are) before we headed to the Skandanavian bar again. And once again, there was less than 10 people there. We decided to go wander around a bit more whilst trying to finish our drink only to find a place called the Mykonos bar. I mean, we were on Mykonos and of course we must visit the Mykonos bar. It was dead. There was a total of 6 people in there and 3 of them worked behind the bar. One came running over trying to get us to order drinks. We managed to stall him for a few minutes and the minute he turned his back, we bolted.

Yep! Back to the Skandanvian bar. It was at this moment that *Insert F* appeared. After a quick scan *Insert more unspeakable stuff here*, the coast became clear again and I was safe. After this is all becomes a blur. This could be due to the fact that someone insisted that I needed more Vodka in my water bottle and filled it with so much vodka it spilt all over me. But yes.....the rest of the night was a blur.