There isn't too much to say about these two little islands, and to be honest the 5 days we spent here could have been put to much better use in turkey, but oh well! Experiences nonetheless. We arrived really late to Kos after a 13 hour ferry and were met with a boiling hot room and broken air con, not a good start. The three of us (we farewelled Mish and brought along our friend Jules from Plakias) remained optimistic and set off to explore the old town.
Apart from the old town walls, there really wasn't much to see. Shops, touristy places, cafes and restaurants, so after a few hours we switched to default mode and headed beachside. The beach was packed, filled with tourists, expensive umbrellas and felt like every other Greek island only more touristy! The one cool feature that set this beach apart was the diving platform about 25m out in the middle of the water with 4 different levels to jump off. More walking, and more beach time led us to my favourite part of the day- an all you can eat Greek buffet for the small price of 9 euro. I don't think they knew what hit them when the three young girls entered the restaurant, but probably regretted encouraging us in when 5 plate fulls later we crawled out of there. Tzatziki, hummus, dolmades, salad, feta, stuffed peppers, olives, chips, moussaka, pastizio, meatballs, pork chops, broiled chicken, stifado, a lamb dish of some sort, crumbed fish, boiled potatoes, chicken nuggets and peaches to polish it off. What a feast! We collapsed onto the bus weighing about 200kg more than our trip to town that morning, and soon realised we had been on the bus for quite a long time. We sent Zoe the Greek advocate up the front to ask the driver and turns out we had missed our stop, but, ' no worries- stay on the bus until the end and ill drive you back' he said. One hour later we were dropped to the right stop, about 150m from where we asked the bus driver. Greeks are determined girls can't walk anywhere, everywhere requires a taxi, or a donkey or in this case an hour long bus ride, just to avoid the strenuous 4min walk.
We decided to day trip to Lindos as Rhodes old town had nothing to offer us, and it was a great decision. Lindos town was much nicer, and had its own acropolis which we climbed up and explored, not quite up to the standard as the official one in Athens, but pretty special all the same. It was extremely hot so we hurried back down, got ourselves an icecream and spent another afternoon by the beach. I never thought I would say this but I was getting sick of the beach life, too much sun, too much sweat and the fun side of tanning seemed to have disappeared, so I sat in the shade and finally finished my book. Greece had left me very brown, but hating the heat. After getting home we thought we would walk along Faliraki shops, our local area and find a cute spot for a final dinner before saying farewell to Jules the next morning. However it proved difficult to find a normal Greek restaurant. There was the jack Daniels pub, the flinstone themed restaurant, a castle restaurant with a moat around it, and every other tacky weird idea you could come up with. At the very end of the strip though we found Kosta's taverna, and even though the owner made us take pictures for the restaurants Facebook page before entering, he cooked us up a storm of Greek food that would have even made my Kosta proud.
Goodbyes are the worst so after Jules left Zoe and I didn't feel like doing much so we summoned up our inner master chefs, cooked an incredible BBQ for lunch and lazed in lilos at our resort pool until it was time to head to Kos. It was a huge struggle to find our hotel, and after asking ten people and walking around for an hour with our huge bags, we finally found the Tigaki bus and got going. It was already pitch black so after checking in we ordered some stifado from the hotel (which we managed to score for free!) and then watched tv in our bed for the first time since Melbourne, how could you say no to Glee?!
Today was another standard beach day but a momentous thing occurred. After a lazy morning Zo and I wandered to Tigaki town for some lunch. I ordered a Gyros plate and finally committed to a challenge. Hot chips are a favourite food of mine even at home in Melbounre,, but in Greece while everyone has been having their gyros wraps, I've been having meat and chips, when everyone's been having bread and dips, I'd have chips and tzatziki, after attempting to limit my consumption I decided enough was enough and made the declaration that these were the last chips I was to eat for the trip (still going strong 1 week later!!) another book finished and I was sick of the beach and walked home to get ready. Our clubbing detox had lasted almost 2 weeks (alcohol and bar detoxes do not exist) so we were ready to break it and have a big night for the last time on Greek soil. We did not know what Kos had in store for us however. The night got off to a promising start with Greek music being blared and us being ushered into a nearby restaurant where we could watch the show. A few hours later, with empty plates and drained glasses we headed to the club strip which suddenly seemed a lot less Greek and a lot more Scandinavian. I was asked 4 times if I was Norwegian, and 9 times out of 10 no questions were asked and people would just approach speaking to me in a variety of Nordic languages, none of which I understood. We walked away thinking that was just a bad area but it seemed as though we had unfortunately stumbled across Scandinavian schoolers week, and Kos was their version of Byrom Bay. We played along and pretended to be Norwegian for a while, but soon the 17 year old drunken boys and skanky girls (good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to Kos singlets!) weren't our ideal party companions and we were boring oldies and piled in a cab home.
Our final day in Greece had to spent like all the others, in the sun and eating Greek delicacies so a pool morning and some Moussaka seemed like the perfect end to an amazing 3 weeks in Greece. We hopped on the final ferry for a long time heaving with anticipation for a new country and a new lifestyle. Bye bye beach and hello turkey!
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