Day 2 – Mykonos

I warned you… the tissues were needed. The Americans didn’t need to use them but Louis sure did. Bet you he was dreaming about me or something as he experienced another nose bleed during the night, rubbing his nose to find a handful of blood. The phrase “If looks could kill” has never related so much to me before. Drop dead gorgeous.

Apart from the nosebleed we both slept well, even sleeping through the return of the two party girls arriving back at 4am. When drinks were almost €15 in the club though it was no surprise that they were quiet enough.

The plan was to get up early, go to the beach and have an early swim before it got too busy with all the party animals sweating out their alcohol from the night before and recovering. There was no need for any of that as nothing was open. We both went for a dip in the sea. Anna put on her googles and went looking for fish but instead found the wallet of another person in the sea. As she said the name written on the ID card “Thomas” the man’s mouth began to widen. As she said “Chile” it was now fully open. His reaction was hilarious. Half shitting it/half thankful it had been found it. He offered to buy her a drink in return but she politely declined. Good girl. Morning cardio & good deed – done.

Over the next two hours the pools and shops started to open and we practically had the whole complex to ourselves. After a cheap bag of bruschetta for breakfast, we needed to return to our cabin, pack and check out. We were allowed to keep our bags in a locker for the rest of the day but of course the lock was broken – just our ‘lock’.

The beach was now busier and we set out to sunbathe. If you want to come to this beach, you may as well bring your own sun lounger as we were told beds were up to €30 each… Instead, we found a beach with no beds and did it for free. The loungers did look unreal though, maybe someday.

For hours we sunbathed and frequently swam in the clear blue sea, something Anna couldn’t get over. There were hundreds of fish, pretty large ones at that which we could see perfectly. We even had 3 small fish that continued to follow us wherever we went. They must have heard about this blog and wanted a mention.

Helicopters kept landing just beyond the beach behind the headland so we went to explore it. With no helicopters to see we (Anna) decided to take some scenic pictures. I need to master my candid pose apparently. As we were leaving, we managed to see a helicopter flying into land. We didn’t really know were the helipad was so we kept walking, avoiding being squished.

Over lunch, we had to plan ahead and we booked our accommodation for Naxos – a pretty good find. An apartment for 2 nights, 2 people for €70.

We went to a pool bar, which was literally empty and had a green pool which was being cleaned so we couldn’t even swim in it. Louis enjoyed this place as there were no people and they started to play ‘absolute bangers’. The fancy pool bar had a fantastic sound system but the music selection was even better. The music was actually getting Louis pumped up, telling me it reminded him of the good old days of DJ Fieldmouse.

I was keen to party into the night but Anna was level headed and made sure we went to check into our next hostel in time. It was just across the bay at the next beach and took us no time at all. However, we did take the scenic beach route and so we had to walk along the beach, past the bar and through the nightclub area, all with our bags on us and sweat pouring down our faces. Luckily, nobody took us on and were watching the ‘professional’ dancers try to get the crowd going. It’s safe to say that I could do a better job.

Right beside the road, our 2 bed cabin at Paradise Beach Hostel was the place I noticed I had become a bit burnt… ok, I was ridiculously red. With all the occasional swims in the sea and the failure to reapply sun cream each time, I was now a beacon of red light. Maybe I should have listened to Anna. After a nap to help me heal, I woke up to get ready, feeling nauseous and faint, but I did manage to get a shower through all the trouble. Fair played to me anyway.

A quick dash to the shop saw us get some water and sugary drinks. Of course, Anna didn’t finish her Fanta by the time we got to the restaurant right beside and so they had to take her drink off her – they did put it in the fridge for her though.

I just wanted a box of chips but Anna ordered a pitta chip kebab – just chips inside a pitta pocket, how weird. Despite the weirdness, the Greek staff were so nice and so far, the Greek locals have been perfect – friendly and helpful, speaking better English than half of Derry.

With the biggest nightclub in Mykonos on our doorstep, we took a dander through it. Louis told me I was embarrassing him as I danced although I think that was because I made him look shit. After a boogie, we walked along the beach, luckily stopping only 2metres away from a fireworks launch, which seem to be a common occurrence here.

After watching the fireworks we retired back to our cabin so that I could smother myself in aftersun and pray that by the time the sun rises in the morning, I’ll be a golden brown.

Kαληνυχτα xx