At about 8.50 we wandered downstairs to reception, checked out and actually made it to breakfast for the first time on the trip. It came as a very pleasant surprise to have something hot inside us...tee hee. Having managed to keep down our breakfast despite the vicious hangover raging inside us, we decided that there was only one way to keep the drink related illness ('stupidus pissheadus' to give the disease it's Latin name) from ravaging our weakened bodies: we were going to spend the entire day in the sun, a decision that Will came to regret...
We managed to beat even the evil SAS storm trooper German tourists to the beach
Ted has some forms to do, so I'm 'picking up the tab' here
Basically, the morning evolved around playing beach footy, eating cheeseburgers and working on our tannage. We were later joined by Tanya and Jacinta who along with us were leaving that evening. Tanya (being the sadist that she is) tried to persuade Ted to swim to the great big rock in the middle of the sea. Ted, being one to never pass up an opportunity to show how strong and brave he is, leapt into action, paddling his way towards the rock, and then turning to shore and shouting back:
"Ah, God. I hate swimming...(glurb)" I waved him off and focused my efforts on making myself even browner. Jacinta and I were then joined by some other strange Aussie types (who had been working in Bristol of all places). After a quick chat, they reminded me that I had met them the night before, when Mikey had been claiming to have owned a polar bear called George (don't ask), and that they were Liverpool fans. I managed to convert one of them into being a Gooner, but the other one was a tricky customer. Instead, I had to settle with the achievement that I made him say that the Lions were better than Australia in last summer's series. Job done. Early afternoon became late afternoon, and late afternoon became early evening. Ted and Tanya had been gone ages, and there was still no sign. The TJs had joined us earlier, with Zack claiming that he should swim to the rock, as he hadn't had any exercise in months. So, with the eventual return of a rather cream-crackered looking Ted and Tanya, Zack ran and jumped and swam completely in the wrong direction. We decided it was best to leave before they fished out the body, and seeing as we didn't have our own room, we used one of the spare rooms to wash up in. The last supper at the Pink Palace was again delectable, and I prepared myself for the long and arduous bus-trip to Athens. Just as I picked up my backpack however, my stomach decided to tell me that something had gone awry with one of those excess cheeseburgers I had decided to stuff down my throat. I ran to the nearest toilet (which came without a lock or extractor-fan) and bore the results of one of my famous 'tummy riots'. Being the shy and sensitive soul that I am, I later removed myself from the loo, telling everyone sitting down to check their email that:
"I've got the shits. If you value your will to live, please do not enter this lavatory. I also advise you not to smoke within 100 yards of this building" and with that, I had gone. Ted was still eating supper at this point, and I needed his help to battle against my hyperactive bacteria. I had already used up all of my Imodium (due to the fragile political situation in my bowels), whereas Ted had a bountiful supply. I took a few and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. We packed our stuff onto the bus, and tearfully said our goodbyes to the TJs and Mikey. Jazz told us once more that he liked Jazz, the Judge told us that he liked us (sort of - I think that's what he said anyway), and Dani was so forlorn by our departure that he stood for a full 30 minutes touching himself in full view of the 40 people waiting to leave. We left the Pink Palace with the stunning view of the green cliff face, and Dani rubbing his nipples and screaming.
Now, we thought that the bus journey involved going to sleep in Corfu, and waking up in Athens, perhaps with a little light dancing and caviar. How wrong we were. Every two hours, we were woken up to get on a ferry or forced at knifepoint to go for a slash
"No peepee on bus." the driver warned me as I stepped back on. Ted had decided (quite sensibly) to go and sit with Tanya, whilst I clenched, tensed, breathed deeply and hoped for the best, never letting the toilet paper out of my sight. I slept for the grand total of half an hour (only after I had decided to trust my rapidly recovering bum), and woke up in quite a mess...
