Summer 2009…
Its been a long time since my last post - feels like a whole life time of events have happened over the past few months. Where to start from?
Two years of living in Clapham have come to an end. Dimitris - my flat mate and good friend - has taken the leap and decided to move back to Greece, starting with the military service and moving on to finding a job and settling down. So May found me flat hunting, ending up in St. Johns Wood, a green, quiet and quite posh area of Northern London. Flat is good, slightly cheaper than Clapham, roomier but a bit more moody - the dark chocolate interior doesn't really reflect the limited london sunlight as it comes in from the windows. But you gotta love the mirrors in the bedroom and Regents park is a stone throw's away where I'm starting to become a regular!
Which brings me to the second change... One of my new year's resolutions was to take better care of myself. As some close friends remember, I went through quite a big scare back in October. The English diet had gotten the best out of me and over the last four years in UK I've managed to gain 10 kg, quite a significant departure from the slim, athletic me that I was so used to back in my Athens Uni days. So I was done with junk food and turned to fruit, chicken, vegetables, tomatoes and olive oil, the essence of the Mediterranean diet. Along with some modest calorie counting, I've managed to get back to shape, loosing all 10 kilos and then some more and most importantly of all, regaining my health and energy. Plus you gotta love the faces of all my colleagues that haven't seen me for a while -"WHAT! How did you manage to do that! ...."
And last but not least... Holidays! Having just taken 14 days of holiday since last August, it was yet another stressful year. So a BIG party was in order! June holidays took off with a re-visit of Barcelona - probably the best way to kick the holiday mood off. Nice beach, good bars and food for three days of "away from london and the rain" time. Then it was Athens and off to Mykonos with Dimi. To be honest, I did not know what to expect from this holiday - it was the first time I go somewhere with just one friend. But to our surprise, or should I say - as expected - we had the best time ever. Swimming, party by the beach plus bottle after bottle of Champaign and Vodka. The landing at London was definitely hard, but at least the weather gave us a break; it was sunny and we probably saw the hottest days of this summer.
Three weeks later and off to Greece again, this time at the much promising sailing boat trip. Having just landed at Athens, we were greeted by the oh-so-familiar 40C heat and then the 5 pumping left - 10 pumping right - 5 pumping left that was the toilet training. None of us remembered it and proved to be a formidable challenge after a bottle of Vodka (each) and 8 Beaufort scale Aegean winds... The trip started off quite calmly with a nice ride to Tzia, were our "fabulous" captain managed to make us known to the ENTIRE island by trying to fit the boat in a space enough for a jet-ski. At least we used that to our advantage at the club! Following day, off to Syros, were on the way we stopped at this great deserted beach, shadowed by deep blue waters. Multiple dives off the boat were a must and Anna became our official photographer, in search of the perfect diving pose. In Syros we probably had the best food in this holiday, or to better said - the last food of this holiday, as from the next day it was Mykonos and that meant feeding on Vodka, Moet and Red Bull for the next few days. Waving good by at my old friend Nikos, we sailed off from Syros and following a rough sea arrived at Mykonos - some with their colour changed to yellow from the sea while others having the best sleep of their lives...! Thankfully, my night in at Syros plus the dramamine pill and chewing gum combo saved the day and was busy taking pictures of DL and George hugging the boat balloons and decorating the boat floor. So Mykonos was again, parking quite easily at the new port and off to a stroll at the familiar streets. Its the first time I felt so at home in this Island, was like walking in by back garden! For the next few days it was non-stop partying - well at least for the ones that managed to stay alive and healthy! What Kilimanjaro challenge.. If you want something that can make you reach your limit try 5 days in Mykonos. That WILL do the trick (plus you will need the sponsoring). It was business as usual; waking up at 14:00, going to Paradise at 15:00, lying by the beach with a Cappuccino Freddo at hand, then having a quick chat with Takis, the beach club "pimp" who arranged a nice table for us decorated with Champaign, Vodkas and the necessary summer hit tracks. Familiar faces were coming and going and it was quickly bed time - 23:00 for a two hour power nap. Then depending on the night it was Guetta at Cavo Paradiso, Space in Mykonos town, the familiar Skandinavian, the "greek" Remezzo or all of them at once! For four days, dawn found us dancing/swimming at a random pool/rushing back to the boat to pack/having the last Cappuccino Freddo of the day/ in the mandatory visit to the medical centre!
And then it was Sunday and we were off to Athens and then Gatwick airport. For the first time I was glad to finish my holidays - one more day and I would have definitely been at the hospital - I've jut realised that I'm 26 and even though I now know how to party, my body can't stand it any more. Landing at Gatwick was, to say the least, depressing. Not so much because of the rain, the cold wind, the train and taxi ride home, but because there was no more holiday to look forward to (a quick check with easyjet for August bank holiday revealed a £400 ticket to Athens!) and cause the night life in London is not even close to what we lived over the past month...
As a friend said, we probably reached our holiday peak this year - I reply - we still have USA and Asia to do! Plus I am not going out clubbying again in London unless we have a table and bottle booked - minimum!
Photos to follow 
