5am wake up and five long hours on the boat we arrived in Mykonos. I was so glad to get off. The place looked nothing like id expected, the rocky mountain side was baron with only a few scattered white building. Also it was windy, not a light breeze, but blowing a gale. The Greek tourist association have done well to depict a beautiful calm sunny Mykonos that Ive seen in pictures. Maybe the other Paros, Santorini or los will appear the way I think Greek islands look. Mykonos is a known to be a gay friendly spot with beaches, clubs and dance music. Our accommodation at Paradise Beach is where it is all at. It holds 300 guests and host music gigs (dance music) if not every night, every second night and every afternoon at 5pm the three beach bars kick off without fail. The Busbaout tour is a minimum of 2 nights at each island, but we are staying a lot more than most. Mostly to catch up with Helen but also to get a real experience on each island. We are not in any rush, and id rather be spending my time on the beach, sipping cocktails then in a big city somewhere.

The first night was a quick tour of the town, a photo stop at the famous windmills, then indulge in dinner. It was great, we managed to stuff ourselves to the limit, and so on the pub tour we weren't able to drink until the third pub. We caught the 15 minutes windy bus ride back to Paradise we were able in drink our 11 Euro bottle of vodka before we danced the night away listening to Fredde Le Grand. You know the one 'Put your hands up for Detroit'. We danced until sunrise and even managed to go for a morning dip fully clothed. Great set, cool location and even better it was in Mykonos.

30th
Spent the morning catching up on sleep but once we heard the club pumping at 5pm we joined the parties goes once again. While most people spend the day on the beach on overpriced sun beds in their tiny bikinis others shop in town. But once it hits 5pm its party central. Our second night was tame, we witnessed the crazy Tropicana beach club where from 6pm sleazy Italians groping half naked girls dance on tabletops, while consuming way to much booze. As the sunsets numerous couples stubble down the beach and become better equated. Sometimes too well in-front of everyone.. That evening we ventured into town with the aim of contacting Helen and grabbing some Eros for dinner, only 2.50 who could complain. I will be when my ass gets bigger. After many attempts to call of Helen I was finally successful and made plans for the following night.

31st
Spent half the day roasting on the beach trying to develop my tan which has disappeared since Croatia. The beach was packed with tiny bathes and perfect bodies making my flabby white figure seem well out of place. We have all heard of European cut bikinis, but here in Greece they are g-string cut. The boys love it. Also not to mention the tight white shorts thats the boys love to wear, leaving nothing to the imagination. Elyse, Helen, Helens friends and myself spent the afternoon sipping cocktails while lounging at the beach bar. This is how I though Id be spending my time on Mykonos. 10 cocktails for 40 Euro, Pinoc were my favorite. After midnight we all headed to Roger Sanchez to once again party to sunrise. He was good but not as good as Fredde. Met some great guys form Switzerland and danced the night away.

1st
Another morning much the same, tucked away in our wooden boxed accommodation. It literally is a wooden box, two beds, a door and two windows. The only good thing about the windiness of Mykonos is that it cooled our room, if it wasn't our room would of become a sweat box. Ventured out in the afternoon to find Helen sprawled on the beach and as the clubs began to pump, cocktails found their was to our hands. Not a huge night but it was great to spend time with an old friend and make new ones. We retreated to our boxes to find our neighbors having a party. It is Mykonos and it was my fault I was being a nana, so i plugged my headphones in a tried to get some sleep.

2nd
Caught up with smell again, ate some lunch and saw the famous pink pelicans Petros the second. Story has it Petros the first lived on mykonos over 30 years after being stranded by a storm in the 50's and was adopted by the locals. Since his death, they have adopted other pelicans and clipped their wings to let the tradition and tourist attraction continue. These pelican are superstars, and fed for free while wondering the street as they own them. We found a fruit shop which made us incredibly happy, a great change from greasy eros. The afternoon was spent much like the others without the drinking, danced one the tables and hanging out with crew before they all ventured to see Humphrey form Ministry of Sound. Didn't know who he was and felt like we needed to save some cash so the executive decision was made to sit this one out. Spent the majority of the night listening to the doof doof and dancing in my sleep.

3rd
Up the earliest we have been since arriving in Greece. Plans were to say goodbye to Helen and Spud as they got on their ferry to Los, but due to extensive wind it was canceled. Walked around town, nothing really exciting and spent the afternoon trying to get rid of my headache. That night we met a new group of Busabouters who were play drinking games. Once again didn't drink, cause I'm a nana, instead watched others intoxicate themselves. Boat to Paros tomorrow which will be a nice needed change.

My summery of Mykonos! The first thing that comes to mind is the wind, so windy that it is s***. Secondly is the swarms of perfect, tanned, nearly naked (gay and straight) people (mostly sleazy Italians) who pack the beach by day and the clubs by night. Thirdly the clubs culture and the doof doof all night, every night.