Rhodos

I am currently awaiting a very torturous night ahead- ferry to syros till 2 am, then i wait in the harbor for 8 hours and await a 11:30 ferry to Mykonos. Hell. Especially after the last 2 days and nights Cecelia and I have experinced here on Rhodes, the 2nd biggest greek island.

We arrived at the what we were thinking was going to be a 'splurge' at the cosmopolitan Hotel Europa. No this was 'Hotel Shitropa '- literally smelled of it. I wore flip flops always and our room was an old janitors closet. We were room 101, the only room on the 1st floor...We watch 90210 here everyday a 6 pm, it is a ritual and thus can not be sacrificed. This proved to be a big difficult with the ancient bunny ear antenaes. Literally had to rig the device to try and eliminate some of teh fuzz. It was hanging from the wall with varying levels of books at different angles and still i had the pshhhhh in and out. Oh well at least Donna Martin graduated.

SO leads me to the Danish boys we met night one at a bar called Ibiza. Initally Cece and I were just chilling milking the free drinks from the very attractive male staff. Then Cecelia was mistaken for the one and only Paris Hilton herself. So long story short had a lovely conversation and they insisted that we go on a scooter ride with them the next day. I woke up after a late night gyro and wondered if that would actually happen. We walked out of Shitropa and there was Claus. We scooted around the island all together and had a blast. Peter, who thinks Cece is Paris is a real kick in the pants, Claus is the well mannered, manture friend and Jacob is inevitably the 3rd wheel. We spent our entire time here with them- really remined me of my guy friends back home (they even wear botton down stripped shirts...trav, Sman, Dan...matchy matchy). They taught us some Danish games and insisted we were from California...

SO off to Mykonos, the final Greek destination!