A week with the boys!
Trip Start Jul 24, 2004
2Trip End Sep 09, 2004
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Our flight to the island was brief, although enough time for Pete, who was still blind, to nod off and almost fall into the isle, only to be woken by the air hostess and wonder what the hell just happened! He kept me and Dave amused for the whole 20 minute flight.
So here we were. Mykonos Airport. It was 8am and the sun was already beaming. It felt good being in the heat again. Waiting for our bags, we see DJ extraordinaire, Carl Cox. We had a bit of a chat with with and he tells us he's moving to Melbourne
Next stop: Contiki Resort. Unfortunately, the resort was on the ass-end of the island, something they forgot to disclose when we booked! It was a good 30 minute ride to Mykonos town from the resort, but we didn't let that dampen our spirits. The weather was good and the company was great, so we were happy campers. We spent the first day kickn back on the beach, downing Heiniken's, and chilling out by the pool at the resort, watching Chooky do his soon to become famous bombs off the diving board! At night they had a bar going til about 2am, so we spent it there, drinking the resorts overpriced spirits. Unfortunately they give you a card to use when buying drinks, so you actually don't know how much you're spending, and they bill your credit card at the end of your stay there... not a good idea! (For us anyway)
Next day we were to have some guests by the names of RoadRunner and Curly! The boys met them on the Contiki tour and invited them along. Good choice as they were top blokes and were always up for a good time as we were. We spent that day exploring Mykonos town, eating kebabs, and drinking ofcourse. At night, Me, Dave, Pete and Curly all headed into town. After a few drinks and advice from some locals, we headed to a club called Space
The next couple of days were spent like the first, baking on the beach or beside the pool, drinking overpriced Heinikens. On one of the nights at the resort, they had a Toga party. This was gonna be good! Instead of hiring a Toga for a rediculous 20 euro's, me and Chooky decided to take the inexpensive option- wrap ourselves in our bedsheets. We looked a million bucks! That night, Chooky somehow got hold of Phil's paying card, so we took full advantage of it, wiping out about 100 euro's worth of drinks in an hour or two! We thought Phil would never know, but unfortunately he did, and he spent the rest of the week nagging us to pay him back. It was worth it though, a good night had, even though I don't remember much of it... i know Tequila got introduced at some stage, which explains the memory loss.
The next night was our last. We wanted it to be large, and it was the one night I was looking forward to for so long. John Digweed was playing at Cavo Paradiso. We spent most of the day like every other, and the evening drinking up, trying to get into the spirit of things, but the lack of sleep and alcohol consumption of the previous few days began taking their toll. Phil was the first to drop out (softcock!) and went back to the resort. There was still teh 5 of us, but it was looking bleak. We got to Cavo, which turned out to be the best club i've seen. All out doors, sitting on the edge of a cliff, with a pool and all in it! It was awesome. Me and the fella's weren't though. We had a couple of 10 euro a pop drinks before deciding enuf was enuf.