I made it! The Greek Islands are beautiful. My favourite so far would be Santorini. But lets start at the beginning.

I only spent one night and day in Athens, it is a bit of a hole but I have been told if you know people there it can be a blast. I check out the site and that was it. On a 10 fucking hour ferry to Ios! The fast ones were booked out.

Ios, Ken had told where to try and stay but I didn’t book anything before I left. Of course the ferry was 2 hours late so I arrived in Ios at 2am. Luckily all the people who have rooms and beds stand around when the ferry arrives asking if you need somewhere to stay. I wanted cheap, real cheap. And I found it. 9 Euro a night, for a tent! That’s it, a tent, I guess to give you shade. Many people had their own pillows and foam mattresses but I had nothing. That ground was hard. So I spent that night sleeping with my head on rolled up clothes.

This is the next 3 nights on Ios. Wake up to the music playing by the pool (Far Out Beach Club was where I was staying). Get up, go for a swim, catch up with Erin (guy) and Josh, buy a bottle of wine each and head down to the beach. Head back to the pool for beer and a swim.

Repeat until drunk.

Head out the the clubs at about 11 though the clubs do not get going until 1-2am so go to the Fun Pub first. Dance my arse off to shitty music and try my luck with the ladies. Walk the 45 minute up and down hill journey back to Far Out Beach. The sun is usually up by this time. Lay down in the tent, which is sweaty hot as it is plastic in the sun! Get up and go to the pool, drag out a sun lounge into the shade and pass out. At about 1-2pm I awake because there are people drinking and partying around me while I lay there looking very hangover. The first time I woke up like this my arm was hanging way out trip people over and my feet were covered in blood. Must have looked great.

So I wake up swim, start drinking and do it all again. That is Ios. Oh also the clubs have Floor Haws (how do you spell that?). Their job is to get people dancing and talk to people that seem alone. Josh and I met Jecka (like Becka but with a J) the first night and many nights after that. Josh tried picking her up but i knew that was a lost cause, it was her job to be friendly.

I then caught a ferry to Santorini. Only about 40 minutes from Ios which was great. This time I booked a hostel because after sleeping on the ground and sun lounges and getting a wallet shape bruise on my leg I wanted, nay I deserved a bed. Though 28 Euro for a 3 bed hostel room was kind of rape. Oh well.

Santorini is so pretty, all the cliffs and ash (black) beaches, it is a really something else. I spent my days swimming in the beach, drinking on the side of a cliff and watching the sun set. It was pure bliss. I miss it. I did have a little hic-up though. One night at about 3am I was at a beach bar with some girls I met in another part of the island and I tried to move a big wooden table and lounge. All went fine until I tried to drag the lounge around and somehow drag it over my big toe. It ripped the nail up from right to left. The nail is still held on a little on the left side and on the right side by dry blood. The next day I did a boat trip out to the volcano and other islands. Trecking up the volcano with a bleed tow in thongs may not have been the smartest move I made.

Yes my toe still hurts!

I then moved to Crete thinking there would be people asking if I needed a room like the other two islands I didn’t book anything. I was wrong. Crete is the largest island, when we arrived at the port there was no one.  There were lots of buses, so I asked where they go, turns out you needed a pre-booked ticket, ahh fuck. But the guy I asked said I should just stay here tonight (the main city) and head either east to Hersonissos or Milia or West somewhere I forget. So at midnight I walked around the main city of Crete looking for a hostel. I finally found one at about 1am, 10 Euro a night I got a top bunk. The place looked so dodge, dirty, smelly. I got no sheets and no pillow. I took my shorts off and used those as a pillow. The place was a shit hole. I woke up at 8am, or I didn’t sleep and headed east to Hersonissos. Ahh much better. I have just been chilling on the beach and in the restaurants.  Life is good. But I think Santorini was better so I might head back there.

After I am done on the islands I will be flying back to London, have a good time there with my mates and then on the 5th Aug London time I fly home to Melbourne, I’ll land 7th Aug 10am in Melbourne. And it will all be over.