Santorini!

After my last post we took a bus to another part of Mykonos which provided me with some awesome picture opportunities. We had a great a cheap dinner of the best gyros of our lives, bused back to our hostel and, while Cameron napped in preparation for our big night out, i hung out at the beach some more. When we met up again, we pre-partied on the beach for a while, then went to what is supposed to be one of the greatest clubs in the world. Well, it wasn't exactly packed, but we still had fun. I thin Cameron and i danced enough or the hundreds who were just hanging around. Once he left, i forced myself to stay until 3AM, just to get my moneys worth and to say i did, even though i was pretty much done by 2. When i left, the crazy part was that there was still a line to get in. People wanted to get into a club at 3AM! How insane is that? The next morning i hung out at the beach one last time in all my glory. It was a bit cooler, and it was great. What really sucked was the ferry we had to take to Santorini. First of all, we had to buy first class tickets, because that was all that was left. Then they were over an hour late. Finally, it was a much small boat and it rocked like crazy, which made me feel queasy. Then to make it even worse, they played terrible 50-year-old Greek sitcoms. Who came up with that one?

As soon as we landed, i started feeling better. We were greeted by building lining huge mountains, which we later bused to the top of with dangerous looking switchback roads. Our hostel here is super cheap, and even has a pool, which i'm going to take advantage of before trying to sleep in another sweat lodge. (It's even really hot in here despite the two air conditioners on the wall.) We walked around town, I enjoyed my first black sand beach, had a very nice and inexpensive dinner, and walked back. And that's when stuff got weird.

First of all, our keys didn't open the main gate. Turns out, you don't need a key. Only took us five minutes to figure that one out. Then it came time to find our room. Our keys didn't open our first choice, or our second. Why were we having so much trouble, you might wonder? Well, first of all, we were stone sober, so it's not about that. Its about the fact that none of the rooms are labeled. What's the point of having keys labeled "17" if there is no room 17? We kept trying rooms and attempting to figure it out on our own, all to no avail. The owners were no where to be found, so we tried next door, an internet cafe connected to the place. The good news: he spoke English and was very helpful. The bad news? He couldn't figure it out either. Eventually he called the owner, who later appeared on a 4-wheeler. As soon as he saw us, he said, "they're in the dorm." Well yeah, we knew that. What we didn't know was that there is apparently only one dorm. Upon hearing that, the helpful guy showed us exactly where it was. Sure, maybe between the two of us, we should have remembered where we dropped our stuff. But were were tired and hungry, and assuming we wouldn't have to memorize the location. What kind of place don't label any of the rooms? Anyway, my time here is almost up and i've become a sweaty mess just from typing, so i think i'll jump in the pool and stay there until my body temperature drops to a healthy level. Please let me be able to get some sleep tonight.