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Published: June 12th 2017
It's our last day in Greece, and we decide that we'll spend it lying on Ornos Beach. We spent the equivalent of fifteen Australian dollars there yesterday buying two cans of soft drink, so we decide to eat in Mykonos Town before we go. We stroll along the main path along the waterfront in the middle of town, past a very small and crowded beach. Issy says "now there's a sight", and points to a very overweight sixty something woman sunbathing topless right next to the path. To make herself even more obvious she's facing away from the water towards the path, with her legs spread wide apart. My appetite's now been suppressed a bit, but we decide to eat anyway. Issy says that she wants to eat vegetarian and that she particularly doesn't want any cheese. She orders a vegetarian omelette. We think we can see a couple of small pieces of tomato in amongst the cheese and ham, but this is by no means certain. There's is however a small slice of cucumber next to the omelette; we conclude that this must be the vegetarian bit.
The bus leaves a few minutes early, just before we get to
the bus stop. We'd heard that the buses here leave early if they're full, which seems quite sensible. There wouldn't seem to be much point getting everyone to wait on a bus until it was supposed to leave if there was no room for any more people to get on.
Ornos Beach is packed, and most of the crowd look to be jetsetting "beautiful people". It's sandy and the water's a bit chilly but not too bad. We swim, read, sleep and take photos of the "beautiful people". Actually only I take photos. Issy asks me why the only "beautiful people" I've taken photos of seem to be female. I don't have a good answer to this. I think I might be in trouble.
I ask Issy what she thinks Uri and Baby Doll are doing today. She says she thinks she heard them say that they were going to charter a private helicopter. I wonder why Uri didn't bring his own helicopter with him; I'm sure he must have one. We're both now sure that he thought that everyone on yesterday's cruise, except him and Baby Doll, was the crew. He told us that he can fly
directly from Tel Aviv to Mykonos. We couldn't even fly directly from Rhodes to Mykonos. I assumed he was talking about a commercial flight, but now I'm not so sure. A private jet seems more likely. I wonder if he ended up paying for yesterday's cruise.
There are African street vendors on the beach (which I suppose makes them African beach vendors) selling selfie sticks, bags, sunglasses and hats. The man selling hats has them piled up about a metre high on top of his head. I want to take a photo of him but now he's nowhere to be seen. The wind seems to have picked up again - I hope it hasn't grabbed hold of the hats.
Issy's Japanese food cravings have returned. Mykonos seems to be a bit short on Japanese restaurants, very short, as in apparently there aren't any at all. We eat dinner in Little Venice. Issy wants seafood, but there isn't much of it on the menu so she settles for some raw tuna with wasabe. I think she's hoping that it will be like sashimi, but it isn't, and she now looks shattered.
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