Need I say more of Corfu Island?
We picked up the brochure in our quest to choose upon one of the many Greek islands—The Pink Palace, we thought contentiously.
Our picturesque idea of a Greek island envisaged a Spartanesque array of stucco and ivory castles peaked with royal blue pinnacles.
Although The Pink Palace did not project the same ancient, ruling or Mediterranean image, the deal offered a bus and ferry ride (10 hours), an overnight stay and two meals for 65€–or as the Aussies say, “this is a mega pie.”
Even though we both agreed that tour buses are for 17 or 70 year olds, we signed up for The Pink Palace anyway because, as Kevin says, “You pay for your leisure.”
The (pink) tour bus picked us up at the Aphrodite Hostel in Athens at 10 pm sharp—equipped with Dramamine, peanuts and beer, we began our journey.
Our bus driver was a jovial mut, to say the least—speaking random bits of Greek, English, Albanian and French, he kept an undiscovered decent. But he loved to smile, laugh, shout and hug so what more could we ask for?
Ten hours later, while driving up a countless twist of luscious, verdurous mountains, we glimpsed our destiny—a giant, multistoried Pink Palace—and suddenly, it did not seem so clashing.
This palace was designed for youthful travelers—the morning began with complimentary shots, free breakfast and a convincing shove in the right direction, the booze cruise (25€).
Roughly an hour after we stepped off the bus, we were sailing into the Ionian Sea on a pink cruise ship with Captain George behind the wheel and 68 other worldly comrades crammed together thinking, “I’m on a boat, I’m on a boat…this. is. for. REAL!”
The rest was an untamable, estival blur—shotgunning beers, au natural cliff jumping, body shots, warrior games and a staggering hike to an ancient monastery—six hours later, we arrived back on land so everyone could get ready for the complimentary, 2-course meal.
Everyone…except for Kevin and I.
We unconsciously laid down for a quick snooze and woke up eight hours later—fully refreshed, ready to eat, excited to mingle—wait a minute, 2:30am?!
We blame our starvation on the booze cruise.