Rodey on the Road

We are staying at the pink palace on Corfu, and I know during the summer months it is known as a huge partying and hooking up place. It definetly is not as bad during the off season (now), but there are still remnants of that vibe around. The place where we eat dinner is also a night club, and theres a pub just down the street that I believe I’ve mentioned before, but if not, it’s Mike’s Dancing Pub. So our first day here involved a nap, I went for a walk to explore the town. It is a very very tourist oriented town, all the menus are in english, offering plate smashing and traditional greek music at every dinner. I looked at the photos of some of these dinners, and it reminded me of a scene out of the its a small world ride at disneyworld. For me anyways, I always thought that traditonal music just sort of happened, rather than being performed for tourists all the time. I was looking for an actual traditonal greek place, but couldnt find one, so I sat down on the place with the english in the small words and the greek menu as the main focus. It was a little food stall, actually a hole in the wall place, and the chef didnt speak english-this was looking promising. It was a mom and pop joint, pop cooked, mom dealt with customers, cash register and cleaning. While I was waiting, it had stopped raining, and from a staircase at the side, the grandmother appeared carrying the couples daughter. I gathered the baby had just woken up from a nap and was being brought to see her parents. The chef/father swept her up in his arms, began gently rocking her back and forth, gently singing to her some greek lullaby. I think I found the only authentic traditional greek music in town.

Some of the other stuff we have been doing isn’t quite as noteworthy or culturally significant-taking a break, swimming, relaxing on the beach. Eddy went on a quad safari while I opted to take the bus into Corfu Town with Laurel, a girl from Calgary, and spend the day wandering around there searching for more traditonal greek experiences. We weren’t overwhelmed by our discoveries, but we managed to find a restaurant with no english on the menu and by cutting down a back alley we found the market that contained almost all locals. Speaking of the girl from Calgary, we have met more Canadians here than anywhere else on our stay. The day after the trip into town, the Booze Cruise was on. Now the booze cruise involves getting on a boat, sailing out, going cliff jumping, cave exploring, to a monastery, to a secluded private beach and getting rather intoxicated on the boat while doing it. The cliffs were great, I jumped off the 69footer, and it was early on so the climb up was that difficult. The swimming in the caves was eery at time, we swam deep enough in that I couldnt see my hand in front of my face, but I could hear the bats screeching overhead. I also may or may not have indulged in a few beers, but I will say this: there was a skulling war between a bunch of guys from England, and me and a bunch of aussies. I am not usually a chugger, and I was batting cleanup (going last, pressures on) and I downed that faster than I have ever downed anything else before. You would have been proud of me for representing Canada.

A special note to the ladies of the group: I am apparently a fabulous dancer. Last night I met this girl and became very very interested in her very quickly because of our initial conversation. (she wanted to talk hockey, she knows alot about the NHL, and my god, I love talking about hockey). So there were about 5 of us in a group, including a guy from the mountain in Hamilton, and we all went down to Mike’s Dancing Pub. Now this girl I met, Diane, is apparently a dance instructor, and I had been drinking since about noon (I didnt say the cruise started late, its more of an all day thing) and I was with her step for step, so watch out ladies, mikeys got moves.

Oh, and the keeping my clothes streak was dashed last night. I may or may not have attempted to have a no pants party in my room while eddy, laurel and trista were right there, and I may or may not have been the only one to participate. I may or may not have been the one whose white ass was running down the road and jumping into the Mediterranean at 4am this morning/last night. I won’t say. Hope all is well and to those faithful readers, I apologize for the tardiness in this blog update.

And for a postcard, all three of these questions must be answered correctly. The subject is mike’s underweard.
1. Is mike wearing underwear right now?
2. Mike left with four pairs of boxers, he now only has three in rotation. This is because:
a) he tossed one out, it was taking up too much room
b)it got stolen as some kind of weird souvenir
c) he still has the fourth pair but it is not used as a towel along with his bandanas
d) he went out for mexican food again and blew a hole through the cotton
3. What is an “Irish Car Bomb” (other than really tasty)?

Good luck, and God Speed.

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