Without ado ... GREECE!
Sunday July 25, after a last minute change in itinerary, we went from Pammukale to Kusadasi (Turkey) to take the ferry to Samos, a Greek island that is just a few kilometers from Turkey ...
The reason for the change of schedule was very simple ... change academic visits for more days of freedom and fuck in the powerful island of Mykonos ... is wrong? Samos
From the day we went to Mykonos, one of the many icons of desbunde in Europe ... Fuck paradise on the beach, and all kinds of chaos ... always healthy, it is clear ... We
Mykonos at sunset, without accommodation in advance, and waiting find something interesting (cheap) at the port ... the idea we had was that the different places you will find the port and offer what they have ... most sought after place to stay is at Paradise Beach, the beach where are concentrated cream (I love saying that) ... Sá Sá mythical home of an Italian peeled for years has been encouraging all parties on the beach, Tropicana inn ... the detail is always wearing the bare dance sunga several models, with various reasons, usually animal ... lots of egg type (metaphorically speaking) ... though admittedly not bad passes, must win their good mangos, and agree that more than one Italian (following the words of Tincho in Mykonos lift a stone and oozes Italian) queuing for Sa Sa ... well, do the same ... the truth should be taught to kids in schools that decent work is not really being a doctor, teacher or firefighter ... the post is to get a Sunga and go screaming into a microphone on a beach that knows no winter ...
Finally, it is inevitable poisoning ... stayed 5 nights in Mykonos, and was an incredible stay up even considering that the first night we slept like the ass on the site of Paradise, lying on the ground floor with a couple of mattresses for the beach, we share with Nico and Clari ... which woke the others move two insurance in these mattresses is vital to balance the weight, it seems Fuck the commitment of sharing an air mattress ... That is really fucked, and shit moves you to another, and if you do you wake moves all cramped ...
The second night we got a shiner on the campsite, at least had two beds, but after the third night and hit a significant level jump ... we moved to Platis Gialos, a beach 26 minutes walk from Paradise, but for the same price as the camp sleep in private apartments, some with kitchen and everything, but most importantly, real mattresses! Of course, this beach had a small problem ... the way the rocks Directions from Paradise after the night was not no friend of a person with balance problems (no drinking, a problem of balance) ... and so was that one evening we returned on foot, not if I was dazzled with the moon or what, but at one point I tripped over a rock, and ended up upside down in a plant with thorns ... Such was the problem of balance that brought up that I even took a few seconds to react and was completely buried with the bones of the face and around the right side ... and obviously a bit of toe was also planted in soil Mykoiano, so if at one time ground grows a flat foot, would be mine ... but hey, the experience was good, I felt closer to understand "The Passion of the Christ" ... ah, so that road called Giambruno Fede, who stayed with their respective Brunito and in the same apartment that we ... never better put that name ... passion!
The move in Mykonos tore at 5 pm in Paradise, and lasted until 12 pm ... good times, no? It lets you enjoy all ... fuck up not too late, and beach morning until the time to go to Paradise to break the ball (for those pa that) ... and of course, after they finished bowling you have to go eat a pork gyro ... is like a cone of pita bread stuffed with a sausage pork as rich as unhealthy, and with vegetables and chips stuck in the middle of the cone ... was the dinner every day, just 3 euros ... negoción to kill two birds with one stone (dinner and bowling alley snack post) ...
also had to take a souvenir from Mykonos remerita that evokes Sá Sá, or Tropicana ... Fuck a symbol of the place, to come at a later, both in the rest of Europe and in Montevideo places we visited ... because ultimately that is the sense of buying shirts reminder of the places ... people see it and ask: "Oh, you were in Cambodia?" and you replied, "ah, what the shirt say?" "Angkor What? Bar - Cambodia, "says the shirt, why else will say asshole? Finally, one of many forums that we send a lot from the trip .... the issue was that the purchase of the shirt of Mykonos was a bit tricky, because every time I went shopping, did not want to pay what it cost (10 euros) for 3 days so I went to the boutique to ask the Tropicana prices, and hinting to buy ... the same vendor was wondering if everything was going to ask the same thing last night ... an embarrassment ... finally bought one, at least to bring it to ride triumphant ...
After enjoying a few days at the beach "crazy", the focus changed a little and we left with Clari to Santorini, one of the islands of the Cyclades recommended, and with a wave much quieter, more romantic ... spent 3 nights in Santorini, and it really paid off ... clear, before leaving Mykonos had to do some course other than that we did every day ("The Passion of the Christ"), so the day we went we were a little downtown to meet and walk a little ... we fail to see the popular Minotaur (popular at least for our parents, I had no idea), but also very pintorseco ... We
night on 30 Santorini ... Nico had arrived with Agus and sister the night before, and we expected with a room booked in the same place they ... Villa Dimitris ... the adventures to come to find that day were tragicomic ... we had everything prepared and coordinated so that we were searching the car they had rented when our ferry arrived ... but of course ... did not anticipate what to do if one of those coincidences that occur normally in life, the ferry did not arrive at the time was ... Leaving Mykonos
relatively on time, but after half an hour after the ship was left stranded on an island (which could not be Santorini), and a disservice to us is telling everyone that we go down, that a technical problem going to have to stop 2 hours ... in Syros Island! Fuck ... obviously, we started to think about what we should do and we did ... Nico had to tell .... later we arrived but we had no phone to call ... luckily we got a borrowed cell ... but bitch, do not have a cell phone to call Nico ... nor Agus ... Well, go straight to the place where they are staying and we are there ... bitch, I have no idea how the place is called! It may be that asshole? Yes, tell them that you can ...
Anyway ... reached the port of Santorini, about 2 or 3 hours later than they should, and after seeing Nico obviously was not there waiting, we got the first truck to go to Perissa (at least knew the name of the beach ... a capo), and went to the hotel Perissa, to see if there were fart ...
Obviously they would not be there, so when we arrived at the hotel Perissa and confirm that they were not the only thing left was done in 5 minutes we could not do all day ... got internet connection and hopefully we get the number of Nico in a old mail I had ... we called and we went looking for the hotel, so I actually ended up where we had to finish, but a few hours later ... just slip ...
The next day the same after a couple of trade fights with the owners of Villa Dimitris, we ended up going there (we were stealing shamelessly), and those paradoxes of life, ended up at Hotel Perissa, where they dig ... much cheaper and with the advantage that we had when we left port ...
Nico After they left, Agus and Florence, we stayed two days with Clari before going to Athens ... rent an ATV to explore the island more comfortable, and we are dedicated to the beaches and sunsets ...
Santorini is a volcanic island and has several volcanic sand beaches ... Most are black sand, but also has a red sandy beach ... very nice scenery to go walking, but not for swimming ... the one I liked my stay was for Kamari, one that had gone before with Nico, and then returned, but at another point further away ... that day we had the beach to us ... there was none, and so I must have liked more than the rest ...
The great letter of Santorini beaches are not the same ... sunset in Oia, north of the island, is the main attraction of the island and is the image that reflect the most typical postcards and photos of the place ...
In the three nights we were we saw the three sunsets from different places, and all were amazing ...
First we saw before it was Nico, in south-western tip of the island where the lighthouse ... the second, and alone in the cuatripatas went to Oia, and confirm how amazing that show ... to be all white houses on Santorini, the sun reflects light and creates a tremendous effect ... worth going up there even be late 50 minutes to arrive and you have to return and with night falling ...
After those 3 days of tranquility and scenery in Santorini, we went on 2 night for Athens, a ferry that resembled the Eladia putísimo Isabel ... from the start line to go was with the elbows at shoulder height ... a power struggle to see who gets there first, and this was clearly because the seats are not numbered, and there for everyone, so if you arrive late, the floor with you ... and since it was an overnight ferry where we expected to close an eye, we come to Athens made ball, because of course we ate floor ...
Athens ... we had only that day to know the Greek capital, because the next day we were flying to London, so we had to take at least know the basics, even if we were dead ... We
and luckily the journey from the port to the hostel we had booked was very straightforward and easy ... had a subway station on the same port, and the line was passing by straight to the hostel ... so there we were, carrying bag, backpack, tote bag, speaker and the hookah that had brought me Arsen Lebanon and Clari carrying his suitcase, backpack and hand bag ... but hey at least it was easy to get ... ha! The balls would be easy ... we took the metro, and the first stop we say that the road is under repair and we had to go down ... appeared again with the supernatural forces that are responsible for fuck life, and it was very easy and fast became a parcel that we had to send it after we go through to get to the hostel, could not continue carrying the speaker and hookahs, or with other things and took the opportunity to send ... so good, Murphy and all his friends fuckers gave us a visit in Athens again ...
Acropolis (the Parthenon), Roman Agora, Library, Olympic Stadium, Temple of Zeus, Acropolis Museum ... never appropriate the term "marathon" to define what kicked that day ... but comply with all, and finally ended up beating Athens had low expectations ... although the comments are not good, one day is required to dedicate ...
Zorbas, the hostel where we stayed was quite central, and the type of reception very cool .... but had a small problem ... We nailed in a room that was next to the bar and the bar was open until 2 am, with a concert of music for deaf! And we only wanted a nap ... damn!! (I'm realizing that I'm able to use a lot of bad words) ... but hey, after speaking at the reception we get as good old embittered lower their music for us ... surely have put pictures of us on the walls and throw them darts, but hey, sleep ... :-)
Thus ended the stay of the Greek world ... we uncover some myths, but not the Minotaur ... so ... will be found in google ...
