Efcharisto Mykonos!

While Mykonos may not be known for its architectural nor cultural history, we still managed to enjoy the walking, talking and sunbathing pieces of art it had to offer. But I am getting ahead of myself. Getting to the island and our hotel was a bit of an adventure. The plan was to board a ferry and voyage four hours to our destination. We got to the port easily, however we couldn’t find the ship. The map they gave us was utterly misleading. Our boat was supposed to be anchored at dock two, but why put dock two between docks one and three when it could easily be hidden behind some huge shipping warehouses a mile and a half way? This game of hide and seek meant that we ended up lugging our bags and swearing in the 95 degree heat for an unnecessary period of time. Finally though, Bobby, myself and one very pink and particularly angry James Lindsay the XVIII boarded our ship.

Thankfully, the ride was smooth and enjoyable. We sailed into Mykonos at night. It, as well as our hotel was beautiful. The white washed buildings scattered across the rugged landscape was everything we hoped to find for our romantic getaway. Once settled, we quickly established a routine: wake up around noon, walk into town to catch the bus to Paradise Beach, return to the hotel around 10pm, eat dinner, party until whenever. Mykonos is basically Europe’s version of Cancun except more glamorous. The beach was beautiful and people came to be seen. What shocked us the most was how everyone seemed to be nocturnal. Our own club superstars Pitch Lindsay and Robert Murphy managed to adapt flawlessly as they even managed to stay out until the sun came up on Monday morning. To hear a full account of that evening’s events please sign a copy of the non disclosure agreement or contact each sultan of suave separately.

Right now we are on our way to Rome. More to come soon.
P.S. we also met up with Dan for two days. Unfortunately due to a bad case of food poisoning Dan saw more of the toilet than us. We will have our fingers crossed and our noses plugged for his transatlantic flight tomorrow.