Tuesday, August 26, 2008

bikinis & guidebooks

So I bought three guidebooks yesterday.
'Easy there' says my wallet.

Travel costs are crazy as it is, but no one takes the guidebooks - the fundamental structures of any trip - into total account. One has to budget for a budget guidebook on budget travel.

I also bought a new bikini. Because although the gold one is sensational, shiny and astronautic, it's very Seychelles 2007. It'll be the back-up bikini.
The new one has little pink palm trees all over it.

I am worried though. Even after two solid months of pilates, I'm not sure if I'm completely Bikini Ready. It's summer in Europe, and therefore the Europeans will be all golden and toned and oiled up, and yes, possibly very hairy.

I feel a bit winter pastry. Like a pie just before it goes into the oven. And we'll be Greeking it up with around 25 European nationalities that comprise my company's region.

But fuck it. Whatever man.

When we fly out on Friday night, if my lilly white thighs are unbikini-friendly, I don't actually give a fat fuck, quite honestly.

Talk about a convenient turn in the recapturing of my youth, though. The last time I was in Greece I was 18 and backpacking with C2.
I even remember it, amazingly.

It was filled with ouzo, a bunch of hot Americans (who got tiresome after 2 days, so we had to sneak around until we were safely engulfed by a bunch of hot Australians), and a bout of food poisoning. (When I was told not to eat beef in Greece, I should've listened.)

We hired a car and drove to the highest point on the island that directly looked over the coast of Albania. Stopped at all these little beachy coves filled with aquamarine water and remember thinking: I am so very orange right now.

The Med sun doesn't burn the bejesus out of you, it turns you orange.

I hauled out my diary from the trip and found this:

9 August 1999

Arrived at The Pink Palace in Corfu and immediately got given a shot of ouzo before we even checked in. This is definitely my kind of place.

Hanging. Got woken up by the hottest man I have ever seen, his torso, my GOD, was he even real? We got allocated a condo room with a real BALCONY and a PRIVATE BEACH. Plus FREE BREAKFAST. FREE BREAKFAST.

10 August 1999

Hanging. Met these Yanks. One dude was hot, so I reckoned fine I'd kiss him. Met up after dinner on the beach, etc etc and after a while and a lot of sand, I decided naught and went back to my bed.

12 August 1999

Shit. What are the chances. Just bumped into the Canadians we were with in Florence. [Of course though. Joburg is too small for me, as is Europe – Ed]. Blind one.
And I'm hanging.

13 August 1999

There's a guy with the the most horrendous man boobs selling burgers. Haven't eaten a burger in two months, so I bought one from the Boob Guy. [Hello Amoebic Dysentry – Ed].

15 August 1999

Shit. Just bumped into [my first boyfriend from matric.] Come the fuck ON. Hanging.

16 August 1999

Hanging. Well at least people know how to party here. Got to get rid of these American dudes now though. Over this Greek fling vibe. Very over it.
Plan for today: Totally avoid Americans. Will hire a car and drive around the island in peace.


And so it went. This trip will be different.

Now according to my guidebook, Rhodes island, (where we'll be based, as our conference is on the island) is literally on the coast of Turkey. I didn't realise this, and frankly, this is why guidebooks are essential. Poen circled a few nightclubs in my guidebook last night too. I'm ready.

Collecting my visa this morning, God help me.

I can't wait to see hot, studly European men strut around on the beach. Wopah the fuck. Hello Dionysus.

Hopefully not too many spandex manthongs.

17 comments:

Ches said...

'Horrendous man boobs guy selling burgers' - ha aha haaa haaaaaaa

Peas on Toast said...

Ches - if my memory serves me correctly, his mammories were off the charts.

Off. The. Charts.

zuzula said...

Enjoy and watch out for the waiters... :)

expensivemistakescheapthrills said...

are you going to start every day of this trip 'hanging'....?

Peas on Toast said...

Zu - wopah, thanks babe - what's up with the waiters though?

Cheap Thrills - it's very possible. Except, this time it might not be so smooth sailing. What with a conference and all... ;(

JL said...

The pig was all like, "sick with the tits dude. Stop making food - people think you harvesting yourself and that's like wretch sick like sweat and tights" and then no one ate the pig because he had a dirty mouth.

The pig is jealous of the Greece party tho. All the pig gets is no sweets and JHB. Why don't we have sweets in JHB!?!?! Oh, wait we do. Don't look at me like that, I'm a talking pig. That's a big deal.

Peas on Toast said...

Dude you are a BIG damn deal. I spread you love all over Lydenberg this last weekend mate. All over. You are a HUGE deal. And yes, pigs LOVE sweets. ;)

Elle said...

Take me with you peas.. I promise I dont take up much room. :)

Mini said...

Dudette

I soooooo overly jealous.You jetsetter!

Peas on Toast said...

Elle - I'll be in Rio alone for a week, so anyone who is willing, definitely come along! :)
(The Argentinian leg is with me farver)

Mini - oooh I like the sound of that! It sounds very...mobile! ;)

Flaaaaaameboy said...

Ha ha... how funny! I was at the Pink Palace in ‘98. What an absolute party and although I’m a guy I can so relate. Replace American boy for Canadian girl and dudes-you-met-in-Florence to dudes-we-met-in-Rome and hey presto, we practically had the same experience.

Pink Ouzo, a disgusting Jacuzzi, some middle-of-the-ocean cliff jumping and discovering all an island has to offer on a scooter definitely make for a great backpackers holiday! Things have changed since then and now I’m all about the luxury.

PS. Did you have any plates broken over your head at their little club? One word. Awesome!

Peas on Toast said...

Flaaameboy - Hhahaha, no ways! It's like we were on the exact same holiday! That JACUZZI. Remember the Jac, as we called it. So gross, around 30 bodies in it at the same time, cliff jumping, and plates being broken at that club...whatchamacallit [refer back to travel diary] - the Palladium. God, HOW much fun! Do you think the Pink Palace is still going??

Flaaaaaameboy said...

The Palladium... thats it, couldn't remember it. I just had a look at their website... seems like they're still going strong.

http://www.thepinkpalace.com/

Check out the 10 lies of the pink palace? Good times. I noticed they've changed "I know how to ride a scooter" to "I know how to ride a four wheeler". I wonder if there are less accidents now?

Peas on Toast said...

Oh my GOD, remember the ten lies? I'm sure I have a t-shirt somewhere from the on-site curio shop, how hilarious!

Am going to go and navigate the site, see what's changed in almost ten years!

The Blonde Blogshell said...

Oh Peas...I LOVE the casual placement of your guidebooks on the shagablewhite fluffy rug. Niiice...is this a suggestion for hot spicy things to come? Scuse the pun!
Aw...STOP IT!!

PS> I have this rare qualification (I say rare because only a special few are allowed to take the course) in BA Luggage Carrying-ism.
Call me! I'm really good! :-)

Peas on Toast said...

Blondie - hahah, awesome - because with your BA Lug, I can take my hammock now, woooohoooo! :)

xx

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