After saying our goodbyes to Mum and Dad we made our way
across the ditch to Ios. The party island. We had three friends from the turkey
tour living and working there so we were quite excited to catch up with Mandy,
Sandy and Randy (actual name-Loz) and have few too many Ouzos. Arriving we were
greeted by the most foul mouthed Englishman I have ever come across, but his
enthusiasm for Far Out Beach Club and Ios in general was enough to overcome the
shock of being told how many times he will make love to his wife when he finishes
work here.
Ios is an interesting place, especially at this time of
year. It is essentially made up of Aussies, Kiwi’s and the odd Scandinavian or
Englishman all working in bars, clubs, dive centres, as floor whores, boat hire
or hotels. Every day is very much the same. It is the ultimate Groundhog Day as
everyone rises around 1pm, has something to eat, heads down the beach at 3pm,
plays volleyball and starts drinking, then heads to the Fun Pub after dinner
and the rest of the night is a blur of shots, sledgehammers, cocktails and
dancing. The next day simply press repeat. In saying that we had some of the
most fun we’ve had in this labyrinth of debauchery. Looking from the outside
you would not know this island was full of bars upon bars and that some of
these bars would hit you over the head with a skateboard or fire hydrant or a
milk grate after having a shot, or that other bars would offer one euro shots,
or bars that have their employers dress as nurses. This is a place where dreams
are made, but are then bitterly punctuated with a hangover.
It was fun to get completely and utterly trolleyed, but it
was time to say goodbye to the girls and make our way across the sea and back
to Athens. This journey was made even funnier by Emma. Mainly because she had a
hangover that could have floored Beelzebub himself. Not great when you’re on a
ferry.
Greece. You were exceptional.
P.S. There are no photos of Ios, because, well i was always too drunk to trust myself in taking the camera out.
