Greek Island

Corfu was such a good time. The island was absolutely beautiful, I hear it is the most green of the Greek Islands. I stayed at “The Pink Palace,” which was really more like a resort than a hostel. They owned pretty much the entire side of the mountain down to the Beach, and had so much stuff to do. I was so exhausted by the end of my stay there, but it was so worth it.

It took 2 days of travel to get from Rome to Corfu – first on the night train and then on the night ferry, so I was exhausted by the time I got there at 10:am Wednesday morning. I was really hoping to crash for a while, but instead I was handed a shot of Ouzo as I walked in the door and rushed onto their “Booze Cruise.” The booze cruise was so fun! It went around the island on an old converted fishing boat, and they stopped at various beaches, caves, and rocks to jump off of. I jumped off of this one 35-foot cliff bare-ass-naked for 2 free beers. The beer was only $1.50 a can, but it was all good fun. The girls get 3 free shots for going topless, so the dudes definitely get ripped off there.

After the cruise I they had a really good 3-course dinner to recover, and a dance club/bar was part of the dining room so we all partied there that night.

The next day I woke up, had a Long Island Ice Tea for breakfast and did absolutely nothing but lay on the beech.

Friday I signed up for the Quad-tour of the island that the hostel puts on. That was so much fun!!! People in Greece don’t pussy-foot it like they would in the States, and Pele and I were the only people that could actually keep up with the tour guide. He was totally impressed, since it was my first time ever touching an ATV. I have to tip my hat to Pele too for being a badass Aussie chick, she was right behind me the whole time and pulled off some pretty crazy stuff.

One guy actually rode his quad right a cliff because he couldn’t handle the trail – and I mean a serious f*ing cliff. He was caught by some small trees and brush about 20 feet down, he was really lucky that he wasn’t seriously injured.

Anyways, that was a freaking blast, and I will definitely be buying one when I get home, so that will be great if McKay ever wants to teach me how to really ride. The one I was using was automatic and kind of weak, but it was a good warm up and enough to fall in love.

Saturday night was the Toga party and another booze cruise. Sarah and I didn’t really feel like cruising to the same places a second time, and we wanted to save some energy for the party, so we rented some kayaks and went and hung out on a beach a ways off from the main tourist one. I actually was too run down to make it very long at the Toga party, and I just ended up going to bed early so that I would have energy to take a night ferry/bus to Athens, a plane from Athens to Milan, and a train from Milan to Florence, and then wake up early today to start school.

My last day was pretty fun, everyone from the hostel was hung over and we all chilled on the beach together. We dug a massive sand pit to compete with some 8-year-old German kids that were throwing sand at us. It’s amazing how much sand you can move when you have a dozen 18-25 year olds working towards the same goal. Needless to say, our sand pit put those little kids to shame.