being a frat boy doesn't mean i'm greek

*updated/edited* - mykonos island, greece was definitely the "holiday" portion of our trip. for those of you not down with the snotty euro lingo, "holiday" means "vacation" to us plain ammerricans. and what does one do on "holiday" on mykonos? you party. period. besides the beautiful, white architecture and decent beaches, the rest of the island is filled with posh bars, clubs, more clubs, and fast-food drunken munchies stands.

greece can best be described by the characters we met....

mike - first night. just got ınto town. siva and i went to a bar to watch one of the world cup games. siva decided to go find cigars for us, leaving me alone at the bar table. a couple minutes later, a white guy comes up to me and asks if he can sit down. i say it's taken. relieved i spoke english, he introduced himself. because mykonos is also known to be a gay party island, i was sizing mike up in my head. was he gay? was he hitting on me? shhaatt! it didn't take long to realize that he was straight...

when siva came back, one of the first things that came out of his mouth was "so you guys like pussy, right?" a self-proclaimed "fucking dirty sailor," mike, a private in the navy, proceeded to tell us stories of the prostitutes that he was slept with all over the world. he was on military leave for a week on the island by himself. kind of strange, but he knew all the hot spots. we cruised for chicks. drank a lot. mike made a fool of himself most of the time. my brutal italian game spitting did not work. we lost mike as he tried to hit on these 40-something year old swedish women. ate late night gyros and passed out.

liam and samantha - great older, solo backpackers we met at our hostel. we ate a great dinner, wıth the famous, local pelican waddling past our table. discussed how insane ıt is for americans to only get two weeks of vacation time. liam from england gets 4 weeks. samantha from australia is traveling around the world until september. america does suck in that aspect. live to work instead of work to live. quite sad, actually. we drank at some bars by the coast, then strapped on our dancing shoes/sandals (great beach parties as well!). i love seeing white people dance.

sara and chantelle - met these canadıan sisters (!) on the ferry to the island of samos (our drop-off island to turkey) after our stay ın mykonos was complete. we hung out with them for the rest of the time on samos. we drank ouzo, the greek black-licorice hard alcohol of choice and swapped traveling stories until we parted ways in turkey the next day -- they headed north to istanbul, we headed south. what does "hung out" mean for you siva euro-booty watchers? i'll let you decide...heh.

of course, siva has the all pictures. i rarely pull out my huge camera. so you only get a nice, scenic shot of a church. sorry.

thanks to PY and someone else who decided to remain anonymous for the comments. everyone else, let me know you're alive! stories of turkey coming soon. peace.