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Aussies in Napa
Ayia Napa would welcome the three of usApparently the nightlife of Ayia Napa is becoming increasing typical of Ibiza, only not quite as expensive. Not surprisingly I still found the time to spend a fair bit of coin. Every single building surrounding the Town Hall is a club or bar of some sort, including the Town Hall itself. There are literally hundreds to choose from, every one of them desperately vying for your presence. And despite the masses of drunken twenty-something’s from all over Europe, security is obsolete and bouncers are unsighted. You can wear what you like, act as you like, and party, as you like. What you wore to the beach that day was quite often the dress code for the evening.
Crafty promoters line the streets outside their respective clubs tempting you with some form of carrot, be it offering you free admission to your late night club of choice, baiting you with a free drink, or merely luring you inside with their tanned breasts (which in many cases you’d seen at Nissi Bay earlier that day). At first we were easy prey, and every promoters dream. However, once we became familiar with the territory we were quick to ensure they met all of
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Trying to get us to drink at their workplace our demands before we even considered stepping inside their establishment for a good time. Ahh yes the thong was now on the other foot.
Happy Hour at Stavrolia, our residence, generally kicked off the evening, and when that ended our night would generally begin. Most nights saw us crawl into our sun-lit room at a tick past five, our bodies craving sleep, but knowing only too well, that very little would eventuate (read into that what you will).
Enough from me, enjoy the photos, I struggle to accurately explain most of them anyway.
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