After exploring Athens for a couple of days it was time to
move to the islands. Needless to say everyone was rather excited about sipping
cocktails and watching the sun disappear over the Mediterranean. Mykonos was our first port of call and what a
start it was! The white buildings competing with windmills for the greatest
spectacle on the island, tiny, confusing alleys that somehow always lead you
back to your room, small bars and restaurants offering outrageously delicious
drinks and food, and beaches that sparkle and shimmer in the hot sun.
Being a hot bed for many of the world’s homosexual community,
we were wondering how flamboyant and busy the island would be, but due to it being
early season the rush hadn’t dropped, therefore everyone is obliging and
relaxed. The hiring of ATV’s was a brilliant idea as we were able to explore
majority of the island and visit quite a few of its famous beaches. Now we
weren’t to know that the south end of a particular beach was a haunt for old
men and women who enjoyed a healthy breeze around their unmentionables. Oh jeez
weren’t we confronted with a breathtaking view. And I am not talking about the
stunning scenery. As we set ourselves up under the shade of tree a rather obese
gentleman rolled himself over to point his one eyed monster in our direction,
well, never have four people taken such an interest in sand. I thought it would
be a good idea to look the other way only to be confronted by a 60 year old
Private Johnson dangling over its owners’ thigh. Quickly looking the other way
didn’t help either, as an old woman decided that would be the ideal time to
stretch her back. On all fours. Downward dog has never given me nightmares
before. Anyway we erased those images with quite a few Mythos and white wines
that evening.
