Hotel Ios Plage

... to put it all over her boobs but she wasn't having any of it. Very amusing!<br><br>Onward to the Island of Thirasia. Thirasia had become detatched from the main Island of Santorini many many decades ago and is Greece's oldest traditional village. We grabbed a little lunch of the Greek salad variety and I had a couple of beers over looking the crystal clear waters, listening to the waves splashing the shore, the sun beating down on our bodies and the white and blue ...

this trip was very special to me,because it was the first one after I finally finished with school and had the freedom to do everything I want,without anybody else controlling me!the only thing I wanted to do is find a nice place with great people to relax and so I did.i met many interesting people and it was a journey to remember!

... tend to open a tad later in the mornings after such late nights, so the early arrival 'day-trippers' who arrive daily by boat, sometimes find themselves window-shopping until mid-morning!<br><br>Finally!!.........i n bed at 11pm in our quaint dome-shaped room (purpose-built this way in an effort to withstand earthquakes......most recently, the Santorini townships were severly damaged in the late 1950s, many not being rebuilt until 1970s!)

... over to the breakfast room of the hostel and recognized our waiter from dinner the night before working there. We also saw him later that day in overalls sawing a wooden table around the corner.  He pretty much did everything for Kiriagos lol. Anyway, he told us we had to wait 45 minutes for breakfast because the cook was down at the port dropping people off. We waited, had awesome omelettes &amp; coffee, then decided to take a 30 minute walk down ...

... below the land/road level and we had to climb down a very, very steep slope in order to reach it. <br><br>I enjoyed the whole adventure so much but was a little disappointed when I saw so many people at the beach! Many of them had taken a boat to reach there, which is a much easier route. Nevertheless, we stayed on for a while to catch our breath before starting a more challenging ...

... with air-conditioning and wide screen television up the front.<br><br>Upon arrival at the port in Folegandros, we joined the other tourists to take the local bus from the Port to the centre of the island, a village called Chora. Argi had carefully selected and booked a room for us in Hotel Castro, situated in the centre of Chora, inside the<br>ancient castle wall of the island. <br><br>Hotel Castro, Chora ...

... Brits and others to come partying. We had a couple beers on the boat, chatted with our crew, and Andy took the first of many showers off the stern of the boat....hard to explain, but let's just say that he is not shy in a "European bathing suit" (see pic). We also ran into Andy's buddy, Aman, from business school. He was there with 8 other HBS guys and docked a couple boats over from us...we would run into him ...

... we've jokingly called "Damell's Dream," more commonly known as the "Flaming Lamborghini." Its' about 2 shots of Jagermeister toped with a slick of brandy?? and set on fire. You suck the whole thing down with a straw, bottom up. We didn't last too long after that mess started. We had so much time just lying in the sun in Ios, it really felt like a simple vacation...no complaints.

... off the ferry. You pretty much beach it all day and party all night. We stay at Francesco's hostel which is an awesome hostel at the top of the village overlooking the sea. Met up with a couple of other Kellogg friends out here (Monty and Chris Enock). So what do 4 Kellogg people do when they get together? Start a flip-cup tournament of course... It's amazing that none of the Aussies, Brits, or Kiwis (who are the majority of the people on the island ...

... I 'Heart' NY on my back and Happy B-Day America on my chest. That lasted until the pool throwing began. At least by this point I didn't have a camera to get thrown in. I just wish people knew how to do a proper pool throw, by the end of the day I had a bruise on the right side of my tailbone to match the one on my left from Midsummer. And then there was my last day. For about a week and a half, I was ready to leave. I was still having a good time, but the place had gone stale. It ...