Visiting Mykonos was the best way to end my European tour, it was the beginning of down season when we stepped foot on the island so most of the drunk tourists had gone back home or headed off towards warmer climates.
Leaving Athens I didn't quite realise the scale of how far away Mykonos is, and how big the ferry was we would be travelling on. Of course it also ferries vehicles so I was somewhat amazed when we turned up to the port and we were boarding what looked like a half sized container ship.
There were a number of levels and tickets varied in price depending on the comfort you required, of course being 3 young Australasian females travelling on a budget we opted for the deck, which was a good idea in the afternoon heat but once night fell the wind was not our friend.
We arrived into the new port of Mykonos at around 11pm; pretty drunk and stumbling after spending 5 hours drinking the vodka which we snuck onboard. I can't remember too much about the last hour on sea besides crashing back first into the floor during an Australian vs Kiwi standoff over a bottle of beer.
The next morning was a dreadful one; waking up at 8am in 20 degree heat and feeling the effects of vodka and warm juice. I went straight to the tap to quench my dry mouth only to realise that the mineral content in the water is way too high and I found myself violently vomiting it back up almost instantly. I had to pluck up the courage to walk the 2 minutes to the dairy and came back with 3 litres of cold fresh water, orange juice, and fruit. I felt like I had conquered Everest with how my body was coping with my latest life choices.
We went for a wander through the streets later that day and found ourselves getting very easily lost, some of the streets were only twice the length of my arm span and it felt like the curves and trails of the footpaths were never ending.
I can't remember much but I'm pretty sure we finished our evening eating gyros and suffering flashbacks from the night before.