Day 28 - The last hurrah

Surprisingly I felt slightly better this morning. I still had a fever and would get the chills and start shivering as well. But I wasn't quite ready to kick the bucket. We got up and headed downstairs for breakfast. Without even needing to discuss, we went straight back to the crepe place around the corner from us for tea and our usual crepes.

Throat saving Tea

Turkey, tomato and cheese crepe

As I am sitting there, Moishii heads inside the cafe to pay the bill. This is when I notice this guy sitting a few meters away from me and filming me. Everytime I look over, he turns the camera away and pretends not to look at me. When Moishii comes out, I told him about the guy, and even he noticed that the guy was filming me.


Looking at him, we deduced that he's a french pornography director and I'm going to find my head superimposed onto some porno one day. Meanwhile, for anyone that has watched "Everybody loves Raymond", is this Deborah's mum?????


Since this is our last full day in Mykonos. It was time to overdose. The purpose of today is to hunt down as many locals as we can. And boy did we do that.

The Scandinavian Homeless

Scary Canary

The tattoo woman

The constipated woman

Crazy hat woman without her hat

Random woman that cracked us up

The fashionable homeless

The postcard woman

Scary Canary

Hat Christine

We used to get Mex Cafe Christine and Hat Christine mixed up. The hat threw us off and used to confuse us. But now we have a photo to distinguish them apart!

Mex Cafe Christine

Local Christine

Random Scary Woman

$40 Woman's balcony... come out please!

After our exhausting lap around Mykonos and hunting down the locals, we had a quick break at Mex Cafe. Considering we just made it out of our death beds, we settled for a nice big mug of tea instead.

I also decided to run back to the apartment to get my SLR. If its my last day in Mykonos, I need the right gear to capture everything. When I got back, there were a few random guys sitting next to Moishii. Apparently it was Moishii's workmate Pauly G, who happened to be in Mykonos at the same time and they bumped into each other. The scary thing is, we found out when we got back to Sydney that PG had spent about $20k at Mykonos alone! LIKE WTF? I know we complain that euros are expensive, but WTF COULD YOU POSSIBLY SPEND ON IN MYKONOS???

After our tea, we did a few more laps before calling it quits. We headed back to the apartment for the long climb up the stairs. Could be worse, our stairs could look like this:


The minute we got back, it was packing time. Not before Moishii noticing that his clothes have been blown off the clothesline. So he spent the next 5 minutes gathering his stuff together only to find a shirt missing. Luckily Local Christine was watching him and ratted out our neighbour for stealing the shirt. Moishii had to pound on the door to make the guy give him his shirt back.

So back to packing. We were leaving tomorrow, and the last thing I want to do is to rush packing tomorrow morning and leave something behind. Now I always wondered why Moishii's luggage is so damn heavy and took him soooo long to unpack and repack. Now I know why. Sorting THIS out would take an hour alone!


When we got up after our Siesta, we got changed and ready for our last night in Mykonos. We decided to go back to the Baked Lamb and pasta restaurant for one more meal. We decided not to get a salad and settled for a veggie soup each.

Veggie Soup

Baked lamb and pasta

Now, we had been complaining that this restaurant never gives us any freebies. We see all the tables around us getting free alcohol and ice cream whilst we got nothing. This was what started our whole "must get freebie" thing. This time, they actually gave us free ice cream, except we were both too sick to eat it!!@#%@#%


After paying for the bill, we started doing laps again and even found Petros! We thought he had died!



As we're walking, I suddenly turned to Moishii and screamed we had to get back to our apartment. Like RIGHT NOW. I think he must've noticed me go a bit green in the face, so we stepped on it and ran back to the apartment. I barely made it through the door when my dinner came back up. God damnit! Those green pills they sold be are bloody strong! Next thing you know, it was Moishii's turn to contribute to the toilet. This reminds me of the whole Santorini to Mykonos Jetcat ride. The symphony orchestra of vomit.

We decided to jump back into bed and relax a bit before going out. What better way than to watch Je T'aime. They had a guy get on to sing a song called "Shish Kebab". Basically, the lyrics went "Shish kebab kebab. Shish kebab kebab". Then they had someone carving a shish kebab! haha


They also had a hot chick sing for us.......


15mins into the show, I turned around and found Moishii passed out in bed. There was no way he was waking up. You can dunk him into a toilet bowl and he wasn't waking up. I decided to take a walk around town and enjoy the last of the night life before calling it quits. This is our one and only night that we did not go into Scandinavian Bar. I also did some last minute shopping which involved getting an authentic Greek Cookbook! I eventually collapsed into bed around 2am.

Day 27 - Mykonos - Hitting rock bottom

I'm pretty sure the aircon is on. Yet why am I sweating like I've just run a marathon. Oh thats right, I've got a frickin fever. My throat is on fire and my head is throbbing. Looks like the Mykonos curse is at it again. I ALWAYS get sick after the 3rd night. ALWAYS. We didn't get out of bed until about 3pm. And even then, it was a real struggle to even go out. The only reason we went out is for food and liquid. We made it literally around the corner and plonked ourselves down at the first place we saw. Looks like its crepes for us, which is a good thing because my throat is so swollen I can barely swallow anything.

Turkey, tomato and cheese crepes

Both of us feel like someone shoved a nail file down our throats. So instead of coffee or alcohol, we went for some tea. We couldn't stop drinking the tea as it really helped to sooth our throats. Last time we were sick like this, we ended up buying ALL the ice lemon tea from the local shops. After eating, we barely had the energy to do laps. I think we did 1 lap (just so we could check on the $40 woman) before I started getting really bad headspins and had to sit before I passed out.

Somewhere along the way, Moishii had to go back to the apartment to get something, so he left me sitting on a ledge on the streets. Whilst I waited for him, trying not to hurl, this old, possibly homeless guy came and sat next to me. And started talking to me. I had no idea what he was talking about. I don't even think it was Greek. It was as if he was possessed and I was listening to the devil. I quickly made a get away and ran back to the apartment to meet Moishii instead.

After that, we quickly dashed into the nearest store to pick up a few 1L cartons of ice lemon tea and water. Oh, a MASSIVE box of tissues for me because I know I will need it. The only chemist in town is closed for siesta time, which means I can't get any pills until later. We basically headed straight back to the apartment afterwards and passed out again.

I spent the next few hours running a fever and coughing my lungs out. We eventually got up around 9pm because I had to go the chemist. I took all the rest of my pills (I hadn't planned on getting THAT sick) and thought maybe the chemist might be able to give me something.

We got up and barely bothered doing our lap before we hit the chemist. They prescribed some green tablets for me (so pretty!) which I decided to take with our dinner. For dinner, we went back to the same taverna last night as I noticed that they had soup on the menu.

We asked the guy how big their chicken soup was and he said it was a small serve. So we ordered a bowl each plus a main meal thinking we would be able to finish it all:


Holy crap! I could wash my face in that bowl of soup! That bowl is at least 7cm deep! However, it was actually really nice and comforting. It was a chicken broth that had rice in it. It was VERY VERY similar to a chinese congee, except it was much runnier and uses alot of chicken broth. By the time I finished the bowl (Ok, I only got through 2/3s of it) and our main meal came out. I was completely stuffed.

BBQ chicken with roasted potatoes

Baked stuffed tomatoes with baked potatoes

I wanted something light and non-greasy considering I was so sick so I ordered the stuffed tomatoes. However, I forgot that they stuff it with rice mixed with tomato paste. The smell and taste of that just made me nauseous so I couldn't eat any of that. I ended up eating just the potatoes and left most of the tomatoes untouched. The manager even asked me if anything was wrong. I thought it'll be rude to say your food makes me want to hurl, so I just said I was full.

We did a few laps after dinner, just to check on the $40 woman and Scary canary. But after awhile, I started to feel sick again and went back to the apartment where I proceeded to "return" my dinner into the toilet bowl. I don't think it was the food, I actually think it was the green pills they gave me. They were so strong it was making me sick.

I had to lay down for awhile after that, which meant we got to watch Je T'aime. We even managed to get a few photos of the highlight of the night.....

Our 70 biker male star with...

....a 60y.o. grandmother

We eventually got up and went for a walk. As we were heading towards the $40 woman, I decided to walk into this leather shop that we've never been in to. This is when Moishii whips out the camera and starts snapping photos.


The woman started trying to sell me these leather bags that looked like a football with a slit in it. I had to keep leading her on whilst Moishii tried to get a photo. The things I had to do, even when I was sick. And these bags were hideous!

We continued our laps hoping that if we bump into the $40 woman we would feel all better. We'd even settle for Scary Canary. But it wasn't to be. However, I think this woman made Moishii feel a bit better....even if it looks like she's going to spit on him then rip his throat out!!!


We eventually made our way to Scandanavian bar. Not before a few of the bartenders asked us why we're not partying already. And we even bumped into the Horny Italians again who asked us if they'll see us there. So we get into Scandanavian, after pushing through this crowd

Very small turnout tonight

And we immediately get onto the podium. We're becoming a pro at this. At the top of the podium, you can see everyone. And suddenly, the familiar faces in the crowds are giving us smiles and waves cos they recognise us and there is a common understanding/experience between us. This chick was saying hi to me from across the room!

Of course, there was the topless Italian Guys



And for some stupid bizarre reason, this woman decided to wear a hat indoors:


If she wasn't a woman, I would've called her a tosser just by looking at her. Seriously, it looked like she was off to watch the Melbourne cup! Except she didn't have a hat and decided to slap a chessboard on her head instead! And to make things worse, she insisted on squeezing onto the podium right infront/next to me where there was barely any room, and started giving me the dirties when I bumped into her. Well FOR FUCKS SAKE WOMAN, if you don't like being bumped into, DON'T GO CLUBBING! AND DON'T GIVE ME THE DIRTIES WHEN YOU SHOVE YOUR SKANKY ASS NEXT TO ME! *deep breath*

Some of you may think we're insane for going clubbing when we're that sick. Well, firstly, this trip was all about overdosing. We knew we'd get sick, and we had to push through it and go clubbing. We needed to overdose on Mykonos and never go back (How successful my theory is yet to be proven.....but I reckon we can Myth bust that soon.....). Secondly, maybe its the dancing, or the extreme heat inside, I felt FANTASTIC. And no, that wasn't the alcohol talking. OK, I did try to drink a wine, but one sip and I chucked it.

When we left the club, we decided to be smart about things and headed straight to the pita shop.


I especially needed the pita considering my dinner was sitting in a toilet bowl. Strangely enough, this pita made us feel alot better. Didn't stop me feeling sick when I got back to the apartment and continue to toss and turn in a fever though.

Achoo!

It seems everytime I go on holidays, I get sick one way or another before I go. But mind you, the last 2 overseas trip I took was in winter/early spring, so its not THAT surprising I guess. Its just sucky! And bad timing! I could've gotten sick 2 or 3 weeks ago and I would've recovered by the time I go overseas. But NO. I had to get sick literally days before I go overseas!! Lets just hope that its a slight cold as opposed to a full blown flu. Luckily I'm stopping by Singapore for a few days, hopefully the heat will cure me. I know the last few times it has. Fingers crossed.

Ouch!

Who said Volleyball is a non-contact sport?

It sucks being short and on the receiving end of an elbow..... Could be worse though. I could have panda eyes. Right now it looks like I had an accident with a magic marker.....or really poorly done runny makeup.....

Strange that I got elbowed in the cheekbone, but thats not where it's bruise. Oh wells. Lets hope it clears up for next Friday's massive company party. There will be plenty of photographers there.....