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Published: August 18th 2006
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IOS
Isle Of Sun... and I couldnĀ“t get enough (Feel free to print and frame this photo) The three words that come to mind when you talk about Ios are Fun, Filth, and Flesh... all in abundance. It is one of the most acclaimed party islands of the world offering two things: hangovers and beaches to recover. On Planet Ios, Saturday night, is every night; and with14 days of straight partying it is hard not to expereince a sense of de ja vu.
Everyday looked like this:
11am - Awake to the sound of rude, noisy Italian males, who are awake much earlier than everyone else because they are often refused entry into most late night clubs.
12pm - The bedroom, housing the four of us (plus any guests) is just too uncomfortable to sleep in any longer.
1pm - Movement to the beach is considered, but later dismissed in favour of 30 minutes more sleep.
2pm - Arrive to a packed Milopotas Beach to further darken our bodies in the soaring 30 degree temperatures. Before long we are joined by Azz, who has been up since 10am exploring parts of the barren island.
3pm - Frappe (or Ice Coffee for the uneducated).
4pm - We are joined on the sand
Whites and Blues
There was no real originality with colour scheme by last nights drinking partners, club promoters, or (in my case) work colleagues, all jostling for a bit of our Aussie charm.
7pm - "Harmony" is the restaurant that provides our first bit of nourishment for the day. Which, in my opinion, is the best restaurant in the world. Neatly overlooking the Agean Sea, with hammocks, live music and awesome Mexican cuisine.
8pm - Fahitas, Nachos, Enchilades and beer are consumed by us all (with the exception of the cash-strapped Jolly who dines out on bread and water).
10pm - Arrive back at our apartment for a short siesta.
11pm - The Scandanavian and Australian dominated "Sunrise" provides the perfect venue for pre-drinks. Commonly Ostrov Vodka - renowned for being hangover free, but also for providing little recollection of the nights proceedings.
2am - The nightlife begins to blossom as streets become lined with revellers from all around the world. "Rehab" is the club of choice - and a place I would later be paid to drink/work at.
4am - Have a vividly vague recollection of not being at Rehab - nor being alone.
6am - Drinking Jega Bombs and Vodka Red Bulls
Recovery
The only sleep that took place, took place here whilst watching the sun begin to rise from the superb outdoor surrounds of a club dubbed "Planet Ios".
7:30am - A good time to leave, but not necessarily a time for bed.
11am - Awake to the sound of rude, noisy Italian males, who are awake much earlier than everyone else because they are often refused entry into most late night clubs...
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Davey Boy - You boys rocked Rehab. Thanks a mill for all those free drinks. Made life much easier for me. Rob