Madness? This is Ios

Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I am writing this is Turkey, but I'll fill in what happened since Tuesday.

I'm gonna revise what I said in my last post... I said Ios was a party island, like Daytona beach transported into Greece and that it wasn't my style. Fuck that, it was TOTALLY my style. Once I met a couple of peeps, got into the groove and started having fun, it was absolute madness.

A night in Ios is like packing 4 nights of drinking into one long one.

But lets start from the beginning. Basically life in Ios is like this: people wake up in the late morning early afternoon, get some food, head to the beach. All the beaches in Ios are topless, so pretty much the beach is where its at. So from about 2pm-6pm everyone just suns themselves on the beach, talk to the chicks who are tanning and make plans to meet up, gets some food and drinks inbetween, plays some volleyball, then heads back to the hostel for a nap around 6-9pm. Then people wake up, and do some chilling, and pre-pre-drinking.

At about 11pm, the hostels offers everyone a free shot, and then the main pre-drinking begins. We usually went to the main square, where we drank and met random people until about 2am, the bars start getting packed.

From then on our crew from Francesco's hostel (of which our core crew was my dormmates from Room No. 14) usually gets seperated (as what usually happens while shitfaced), I meet new people who are doing the same thing, chill with them, meet up with people we met from the beach, and then it all becomes a blur into about 6am, when somehow I find my crew from room 14 again, and we end up at "Sweet Irish Dreams", the place to go at 6am. This is the place where I saw the flying sandwich... and tons of other shit.

At 6:30am we'll go get a kebab, head back to take a nap from around 7am-11am, and then do it all over again...

Yup, Ios fucks ya up in the best and worst way.