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Published: June 12th 2017
It is our last day in Greece, and we decide that we will 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 that we will eat in Mykonos town before we go. We walk along the waterfront. There are five cruise ships in, and it is very crowded. There is a very small beach right next to the main path along the waterfront in the middle of the town. The path is packed with people and so is the beach. Issy says 'now there's a sight'. She points to a very overweight sixty something woman sunbathing topless on the beach right next to the path. To make herself even more obvious she is facing away from the water, towards the path, with her legs spread wide apart. My appetite has 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 to eat any cheese. She orders a vegetarian omelette. We think we can see a couple of small pieces of tomato in amongst a lot of cheese and ham, but this
is by no means certain. There is a small slice of cucumber next to the omelette. We decide that this must be the vegetarian bit.
The bus leaves a few minutes early, just before we get to the bus stop. We had heard that the busses here leave early if they are full. This seems quite sensible. There wouldn't seem to be much point getting everyone to wait on the bus until it was supposed to leave if there was no room for any more people to get on. We get on the next bus.
Ornos Beach is very crowded, and most of the crowd look to be jetsetting 'beautiful people'. We walk along the beach, but can't see any vacant sun lounges. When we get right up to the very far end of the beach we spy a couple of lounges that look like they might be unoccupied. We hope they aren't reserved for 'beautiful people' but we sit on them anyway. The beach is sandy and the water is 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 that I might be in trouble.
I ask Issy what she thinks Uri and Baby Doll are doing today. She says that she thinks that they were going to charter a private helicopter for the day. I wonder why Uri didn't bring his own helicopter to Mykonos with him. I'm sure he must have one. I suspect that he probably 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 that he was talking about a commercial flight but I now think that he was probably talking about his private jet. I'm sure he'd have one of those too. 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. They are 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. I notice that the wind has picked up a bit, and that we then don't see him anymore. I suspect that he might have been having a bit of trouble keeping the hats on. We stay on the beach until late afternoon.
We find a place to eat dinner in Little Venice. Issy wants seafood, but there isn't much seafood on the menu so she settles for some raw tuna with wasabe. I think she is hoping that it will be like sashimi. It isn't. She looks shattered. I hope that there is at least one Japanese restaurant in Dubrovnik. This would be one more than there is in Mykonos.
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