In Paradise... Hello Mykonos

This place is a dream... Just as you don’t think it can get any better, along comes this...

--- Side note: highlight of plane trip here – I quote random frustrated father on plane at a high volume – “Will you please just stop picking your nose!!”

In four days we adventured on our 4 wheeler (we were told by the rental woman we would die on a motorbike – she didn’t seem to believe I had driven one before) to six beaches – each different but all pristine, we had smoothies brought to us as we laid on beanbags at Panormos Beach, we laid by our hotel pool which happened to have views right over Mykonos Town (this was the location of our “knee-off” on the lifesaving rings and Emma’s juvenile comment, “Imagine if you were a mermaid and you just got legs”), we ate immeasurable amounts of pita souvlaki and greek gelato (particularly the white chocolate flavour), argued over the lyrics to ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias, we got extremely lost winding through the whitewashed streets of Mykonos Town on our last night, we drank cocktails on the balcony of a bar that hung out over the ocean and we simply caught up on life – joys, hopes and dreams (all that important stuff).

Our hotel was simply gorgeous (despite being at the top of a distressingly steep hill and the jerk manager who Emma kicked in the face with her newfound mermaid legs) and it really added to the delights of our stay. But seriously let me just come back to hills – they were painful. Like one time at Super Paradise Beach when the hill was too steep so our bike got stuck half way so I had to walk up it in the hot July sun while Em scootered up– rude I know.

Speedos, t-shirt, bum bag – a look only encouraged in Mykonos. That seemed to be a common theme here. However, if that is too much coverage for you feel free to just go nude – I indulged – jokes aye mum.

Now I should probably make a little mention of Emma Storey who is under the impression that she is the funniest person to ever walk the planet. Not only that she has an obsession with biceps (her own) – I quote – “I’m really into them” as she gazes at them in adoration. We’re getting along... I guess. She’s a little bit of a ‘Sensitive Susan’ and can’t really handle my sense of humour but fortunately she is coming around.