Whoops - I'm in Ios

Trip Start Apr 23, 2005
Trip End Mar 31, 2006

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Sunday, May 15, 2005

Not sure exactly how I got here! I was going to stay in Santorini. I guess these things happen sometimes!

All I know is that I was talking to a bloke last night in a bar and he was telling me about Ios and how cool it was. There was a ferry leaving today so I thought I would check it out. Had a bit of a big one and got in a 6am. Woke up at 9am on a huge mission to get myself to Ios, but wasn't exactly sure why. Checked out the ferry and the last 1 was leaving in an hour. Gee'd up my travel buddy Mikey and got out of Santorini fast! Said goodbye to John, Leah, Brit and Pete (other travel buddies) here.

Staying at a beachside travelers resort. 4 pools, a bar, young crowd and group activities. This place has danger written all over it. Weathers turned a bit though, so we'll see how it goes.

And this is how it went...

Sitting at the bar, I got talking to some Aussies from country NSW (same as me - I grew up on small farm East of Canberra) - we got started on the beers and entered the killer pool competition (2 euro entry, 3 lives, 1 shot - if you miss you lose a life, last man standing gets the pot). I'm usually pretty good at this and fleece my London mates regularly (hope they read this), but this time I was out in 3 shots - The second person out in a competition of 32 people. Devastating! Anyway, to drown my sorrows, I had a few pre-drinks with the NSW boys and then headed into the main town where all there is to do is visit the plethora of bars who's only point seems to be to get you very drunk. I resisted for a long time, but finally succumbed.

One of the bar girls at the Red Bull bar was very amused when having found me sitting by myself on some steps outside the bar and asking if I was alright, I responded "I'm fine, I just really need a break". Now that's what I call knowing your limitations. I got home ok that night and had a good 4 hours beauty sleep.

During the day in Ios, theres nothing much to do but sit in the Sun by the pool or beach and get over your hangover, so not one to complain, that's exactly what I did. Come the afternoon, I decided that maybe a beer was necessary. I had a couple, entered the killer pool comp (only did slightly better than last night) and had some dinner. Now, I should have been keen to do it all again, but funnily enough, I was shattered and completely depressed about my inability to play pool any more, so I headed back to my bungalow. A mate had texted, so I sent one back saying I was giving up and having a quiet one in then went to bed.

I was suddenly awoken by my phone squawking with a text message from same mate saying "No - go have fun. u only live once". Good point! I'm leaving tomorrow and you never know what's in store (a lot as it turned out). So I showered up and hit the town. First stop, the simply named "Fun Pub" where I'd been invited to another Killer comp (Guess they thought I'd be easy money). So I rocked up and entered. The theme was serial killers, so I had to pick a name. All the good ones were taken so I chose Papa Smurf and spent the next half hour convincing everyone that Papa Smurf was a diabolical mass murderer.

Now the rules of this game are a little different. To start with, when you take a shot, they swing the lights above the table so you can't see what the hell you are doing. AND after every shot, you have to drink a shot (not very strong, but free). So as luck would have it, I got my form back and played brilliantly (and drank a lot of shots as a result).

It was down to the last 2 - Myself and Mark, the English bloke who had invited me and who had a mild resemblance to Brad Pitt (or so he thought). I figure he didn't expect me do be doing so well. But anyway, I was 4 lives up (you get an extra if you sink the black) and he was only 2. There was a good deal of Aussie English rivalry going on and we had a good crowd cheering us on.

With my dominating lead, it was pretty easy to sort out the rest of the game.... or so you'd think. I choked, completely, comprehensively, without any hesitation choked. Sorry Aussies - I let the team down. Anyway, Mark was a true gentleman and dignified in victory. He bought me a drink and we headed to the Red Bull bar.

On walking (ok, slightly staggering) into the bar, the barman looks me straight in the eye and yells out "Lay back". After a bit of explanation, I was laying backwards over the bar while he poured straight spirits into my mouth. Great! By this time it's only 12pm (that's like opening time for these places) and I'm already half cut. I head back to chat to Mark and co and leave a little while before my next drink. On getting back to the bar later, the barman is looking at me again (I hate it when he does that), only this time he is holding a helmet and a mallet in his hands. Curious, I put the helmet on as instructed and obediently sculled the tall glass of something he hands to me. My reward? He smashes the helmet violently with his mallet for 10 seconds and leaves me a stunned, dizzy, but rather happy wreck! In hindsight, I probably could have worked out what was going to happen there - Oh well, I'll know for next time.

Not long after, I decided to call it a night and headed back to the bungalow where I caught as much sleep as I could before waking, packing, scoffing down a much needed fry-up and getting on the hellish 8 hour ferry to Athens in a terrible state.

Ios was fun, but it's good I got off when I did and am here to write about it today.
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