Last year I went for my first big overseas trip and took on the might of Europe! We had been travelling around for a few weeks already and I thought at this stage we had had some pretty big nights out… then we got to the Greek Islands. Ios to be exact.
The very first night there we decided to have a nice dinner and maybe a few drinks. After a couple of beers on the balcony of our room, the afternoon kicked in and we felt a bit more like partying. We got ready, had a couple of travellers and made our way up to the main town centre.
We had heard of Ios’ party life but didn’t think about it too much as it was only a Wednesday… but soon discovered that days of the week don’t mean a thing here, on Ios every night is a big night! Soon after, we met a few Aussie chicks who gave us the run down on what clubs and bars to hit at the right time. So they became our tour guides for the night and, as we hit more and more clubs, we got more and more drunk. Shot after shot, beer after beer. Soon I found myself considerably more drunk then I thought I would be and, just to make it even worse, I decided it was a good idea to consume the infamous “Flaming Lamborghini”. For those that don’t know, a Flaming Lamborghini is not meant for one person, it’s meant for 4!
The last thing my memory held on to was someone asking me what dance I was doing and I said it was the Jack Attack…yep. Killing it.
The rest of the night is a complete write off… but the next thing I remember is waking up in a very strange place. I had a pounding headache, which was either from the large amount of alcohol I had consumed, or from my newly acquired motorcycle helmet which was still on my head! I looked around and was shocked to discover that I was on the roof of a very high church, on a very high hill, a hell of a long way from my hotel!
Another hour or two of walking and I managed to finally find my way home and collapsed into my bed at around 9:30am with my newly acquired helmet by my side.
4: I have a terrible sense of direction