Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Rooms with a View
(thats the island with we snorkled, just around the point was the cliff jumping)

First off sit tight on the pics/vids for Greece, I lost my memory card so hopefully Trev can upload his to the site later on.

What a day to go out on (yesterday). Wasted most of the sunshine on ATVs and gyros (its funny how every restaurant we go to, we are greeted with Thank You, like Hello Thank You), then it was pink toga party night, the high point of the week. Ran into Jonni + Shannon from SoCal, these two cool girls helped transform this pink bedsheet into a legit Greek costume on me.. and Kim (my rescuer from the beach) sewed it down tight. Trev figured out a way to tie it so he wouldn't have to wear skivvies (I wasnt so brave), but unfortunately when he sat down things would get kinda hairy.

Everyone went all out at the togafest, at dinner lots of people had olive branch wreaths and even plastic armor and swords.. since another busload arrived the party really got started after dinner. At 1130 the Ouzo circle formed on the dancefloor, starting with a classic game of spin-the-bottle to pick your dance partner. Being well hammed by this point I was elated to be picked (actually was the last of a lucky few!) and appropriately ripped up the floor in bare feet as you know how I do. Didn't get to spin the bottle being the last person (boo) but not time to worry b/c all the topless bartenders began running around freepouring Ouzo into people's mouths. Then the raffle draw, where each winner had their pick of a tshirt or a busboy/receptionist for the night (with some encouragement from the crowd). Then the battle of North America, where 6 girls from both Canada and US faced off (ew, hockey reference) in a shotgun beer race. Melissa (aka Oregon) was in the #2 spot for the States and singlehandedly cost her team the victory, as when the beer got to her she was mindlessly yammering away at the girls beside her. The gung-ho American supporters, mortified, started pouring the beer at her mouth but they still managed to just lose the race. One of them was overheard saying he'd like to hit her in the head with a brick, I guess they take it seriously down south. Then Kimberlye somehow ended up in the middle of the circle, being the first to get plates (like 5) smashed on her head and after saving a piece of my own we partied the night away.

Got in and kicked it with Trev for a bit before passing out for 2 hrs since the bus left at 530am. Trev if you read this get Jeff Laura and Nats emails for me. Said our drunken goodbyes (yeah I'll miss his skin-peeling ass), and hopped on the bus for Corfu Town.

Rode with two Reno kids and another girl who's been on the road 5 years (how is that even possible?) Got a memory card to replace the one I lost, but then managed to forget all my Eurail passes on the bus while getting on the ferry, thanks to one of the Pink Palace incomers chasing me down right at the boarding gate. Boat to Venice is 24 hours, 7am to 7am but its pretty nice.

Its 9pm on the ferry now and bored out of my mind, will wake up in Venice and spend the day before going to Milan, then probably Interlocken (Switzerland) before crashing with Darius from Earls in Lausanne.