I feel like Brian told enough of a tale to keep you entertained. So I’m just here with some pictures.
Brian and I from our last day on the boat.
The Monastary on Amorgos:
The secluded beach on Donoussa requiring our trek along the goat paths on the side of the mountain (no nakedness here, sorry)
And finally, Derek and Brian hiking to the top of the mountain on Delos. Notice the excessive amount of walking done on this trip.
Well, we have made it in and out of Mykonos, but only barely. Of all the islands we have been to, Mykonos is by far the most cosmopolitian, most trendy, and most expensive. The partying was great (what we can remember of it), but it was a hard adjustment to go from islands where we where the only americans to absolute craziness with the jet set crowd. The beaches were just about what we expected of them -what with names like Paradise beach and Super Paradise beach (although, Super Paradise is actually a bad name because it is definitely more of a sub-paradise beach considering the extensive amount of naked dudes there). Speaking of nude beaches, Jason and I have gone in the buff twice – once on a crazy beach in Koufonisia, and once on the this out of the way beach we had to hike like 3 hot hours to filled with ridiculous hippies living in tents on Donousa island. Again, things can get a bit hazy in these islands. Just before we met Derek in Mykonos, Jason and I trekked all over Donousa (this tiny but VERY mountainous island) and after walking down litterally a goat path for an hour, we got to a totaly secluded beach. It was like something out of the movies. Unfortuntely we were not looking for secluded beaches (they tend to have less barely clothes females), but it was still an accomplishment.
Right now we are in Athens waiting to take a bus to Corfu and a stay at the famous pink palace hostel. I know it sounds a little wierd, but look it up on the internet and you will see how ridiculous this place is.
Yesterday in Mykonos we went to the sacred island of Delos. It is supposedly the largest open-air archaeological site in the world. It was very impressive, exspecially considering the very massive waves and very small boat we took to get over there. Derek nearly got washed overboard several times. Until we showed a few hours ago, we were all covered in salt and brine. Yarrr! I guess we really are becoming pirates.
We have been awake for basically two days straight after getting kicked out of our hotel in Mykonos about 10 am yesterday and an all night ferry back to Athens. The ferry was all right considering we played cards with these Italian highschool girls all night. Apparently they only understood about 5% of what we were saying, but they were very good at Rummy none the less. You should have seen Derek trying to communicate to us that the fact that one of them wanted to go to medical school to be a Gynecoligist. We are currently hanging out at a backpacker hostel in athens. This morning, we searched the city to find this music store where I could by some Greek clarinet sheet music. We found the store, and I think I found some music, but it is all in Greek, so I really have no idea. I must say that I feel much more Greek and not so out of place this time around in Athens. We don’t look nearly as much like tourists, and our Greek is much better. It is amazing how different you feel when you start to really know a place and try to think like a local. If the local Greeks stare at every girl that walks by (which they do), then I think we are pretty much set.
anyway, see you in Corfu.
Dema the greek
Hey everybody. We have so much to say and no time to say it. We are about to jump a ferry to Donousa, an island of about 110 people and as many donkeys. We are on a Morgos right now, which is beautiful. We rented a car and trekked to this amazing monastery stuck into a cliff. Things are going so great. I am really learning a lot about being Greek and life in the islands. Our captain, who was one of the mopst chill guys ever, has taught us much about relaxing and how to live the good life. HE has also taught us the Greek words to say to pick up Greek girls. We will keep updating this. We will be meeting Derek on Thursday in Mykonos, the biggest party island.
Brian
So I didn’t have time to make it very pretty (computer time is not cheap here), but here’s where we’ve been.
From Athens to Santorini. To Ios, then Iraklia, the Koufonisi, and now in Paros for the next two days.
We have just arrived on the island of Paros. We had kind of a rough day today, two days of seeing the sunrise will do that to you. But we did meet some great Greek girls to spend the time with. They taught us some dirty words in Greek, and they laugh at our attempt to pronounce it.
Everybody is very chill in the islands. No one rushes for anything, they don’t rush you from your table when you’re done eating. They won’t even bring you the bill until you ask for it. Especially on many of the small islands, the locals are kind of upset about all the development going on. In Koufonisi, you have to walk about 30 minutes to the closest beach. By next year they’re planning on getting taxis. They like having the small islands secluded and not touristy. In fact, we did not meet a single American tourist on the island. The most common scenario was people from Athens on vacation.
Two nights ago, we really got a chance to get to know the captain. We drank with him at the bar, and them moved to the beach for some more beer and hanging out. You could almost call it a bonding experience. He did tell us we were doing the trip the right way, really experiencing Greece. Staying out late and meeting the Greek people. In his words, you can read a book at home. If you want to experience, you have to do. And then we passed out because it was 8:30 in the morning.
Here’s a picture from that morning. You’ll see the captain looking off into the sunrise: 
And here’s one of us pulling into Pori beach on Koufonisi:
Near the beach, there’s a great cove for diving. Completely secluded. You can even swim under the rocks and get to the outside. And of course, I hit my head on the rocks. It hurts.
Today in Paros, there’s a nice quiet beach where the mud has exfoliating properties. So here’s us as mudpeople:
Here’s a picture of us walking on the beach with our new friend Alex in Ios:
The last two pictures were taken by our friend Ewen. He’s a professional photographer, so I’ll get more pictures from him before the sailing trip is over.
