The day started with me feeling a touch more refreshed than my travelling counterparts. This was not due to my rehydration powers, nor my ability to get toxins out of my body quickly. It was simply due to the fact that I got more sleep than must due to the fact that I spiked and crashed earlier the previous night. There were parts of the night that went unaccounted for and I distinctly remember being in a massive club before heading home. Upon further investigation, I realised that this ‘club’ was one of the smallest bars I have had the pleasure of visiting; it was actually the size of a two standard living rooms. Seriously.
But enough about my time travelling…. The day started slowly as people filtered down to the beach. One of the girls, Lucy and myself decided that we were stable enough that we could take the 15 min walk down to the beach. We left the hostel and walked left down the hill towards the beach. We reached the beach but it looked different to the one we visited last night when we went to Harmony. After 20 minutes of walking around and asking people, we discovered that we had in fact walked the entirely opposite way to the port where the ferry dropped us off. Note: Walking out of the hostel, left to the port, right to the beach. Oh well, it was a nice walk anyway.
We hopped on a bus and in half an hour were at the beach. Everyone else had been at the beach for a while now so as we were arriving they were heading to a beach club called Far Out. Far Out is right on the beach and things start to get loud at about 3pm.
So a bunch of us headed off to Far Out to grab a beverage and lounge by the pool. Everything was uneventful for about an hour or 2, then the music was turned up. It was at this point that 20-30 blokes descended onto the dance floor and got their groove on. The majority, if not all of these blokes, were wearing only speedo’s and were more interested in each other than the bunch of scantily clad girls dancing on a podium. The words flaming and flamboyant do not do them justice. We all chuckled/dry-retched at some of the moves these blokes were putting on each other. After a bit of encouragement from the girls, Jez and I smuggled up and hit the dance floor aswell. Luckily for us, the other blokes were all very self absorbed and paid us little attention.
With our clothes back on we settled in to view the dace floor. It was at this point that we all noticed Trendy Boy off to the side of the dance floor. Trendy Boy was high as a kite. He was also just wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and had 3 diamontes on his face on his cheek bone on the right side of his face. He was just rocking out have a good time and minding his own business. Then out of the blue he gets his kit off down to his blue and orange undies, which had Trendy Boy written across the top and the rainbow sweatbands he wore on each wrist. He was dancing along to all the songs as if his life depended on it. Some of the girls, seeing his enthusiasm, went over and joined in. Soon enough, our whole group was dancing with Trendy Boy, taking out moves from his lead. This culminated in us all dancing to moves of the Rainbow Song, which was apparently massive in Europe a few years ago.
The lyrics of the chorus were thus: ‘I had a dream, I could fly, Over the rainbow, So high.’ And the dance moves were: On dream, we put our hands to the side of our heads to create a pillow and pretend to sleep. On fly, we flapped our arms like wings. On rainbow, we followed an arc over our heads, creating a rainbow. And on high we pointed our hands to the sky. This repertoire was performed repeatedly during the duration of the song. It also became our theme song for the rest of our stay in the Greek islands. Thank you Trendy Boy, wherever you are now, and God bless.
After our encounter with Trendy Boy, we went back to the hostel and had dinner at Seven Eleven. This has absolutely no connection to the 7-11 we all know and love at 3 am on a night out. And its surprising 7-11 haven’t tried suing seven eleven for trademark infringements. But we really didn’t care as they served up some good food.
After that, Andrea, myself and a few others went out to Orange Bar as the others crashed and went to bed as last nights antics caught up to them. Orange Bar has hundreds of different types of shots. Andrea and I had a malteser shot which tasted just like the real thing. After that, we all walked around for a while and, after realising we were fighting a losing battle, went to bed.
Yours truly,
Monty
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