Greece is very different.

Mykonos.

As I sit here in the shade wearing my bathers I can see the ocean, it is of course beautiful.

Before that are chairs that will cost you 12 euro to sit in, waitresses wearing bikinis out in the sun and over priced cocktails with no flavour.

But right in front of my eyes are the entertainment. Two very very skinny dancers. To the point of anarexia. Of course the music is american clubbing mix, an inspiration to dance but these girls are just a turn off.

We made the mistake of acting like regular shoppers in the local supermarket, unravelling a sarong that wasnt in plastic lead to being yelled at, and the giving off too much chamge to accuire notes in return was frowned at. A puzzeling frown, but a frown nethertheless.