Mass Immolation

The second to last day and the final of the megathreads is upon us.
We woke up bright and early and walked down to the docks. Its was time to get on a boat, motherfucker. We were taking a 2 part ferry ride; First to the ancient monastery of Panormitis and then after that to the island town of Symi. The boat ride took about 2 hours to our first destination, most of which passed without anything worth talking about. We were on a boat motherfuckers, don’t you ever forget. There were dolphins spashin, getting everybody all wet, but it wasn’t seaworld motherfuckers, it was as real as it gets.
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You thought I was going to post part 4 and wait another month, didn’t you?

HAH! I mock your stupidity as we begin part motherfucking 5. We sprung out of bed to eat a swift breakfast. The day before we had caught a flight from Athens to Rhodes and on the way, we were given chocolate filled croissants. During the flight we were not hungry, so we decided to save them for today’s quick breakfast. I had forgotten they were in the bag, and placed the clothes bag on top of it while changing.

After a night of compression, we opened the factory sealed packages and ate delicious flatssants.
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Day 3 in Greece.

We wake up early as shit in the morning and I feel fucking terrible. My stomach is doing its best impersonation of a tumble dryer, in what I surmise to be the result of either over eating, mild food poisoning or both.
Thanks a fucking lot Greece. Leaving the others on the island, the woman and I caught a taxi to the airport. I mentioned to the driver that I was about as liable to puke all over the back of his head as I was so shit myself all over his car. I suggested that I would pay him an extra 10 euros to get there as soon as possible. Seeing as it was 4:30am, road rules were all toggled to “off” and we made it there, swerving across empty, multi lane roads at breakneck speeds, in record setting time.

We had a flight to catch to Athens!
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Yep. Its holiday time again.

This time our destination is Greece; Beginning with the historic and recently popular island of Rhodes (Or Rodos to the locals). Also worth noting before the tale begins in earnest is that the woman and I were not alone this time. The woman's mother, sister in law and her 2 young children were coming along. Of course, I wanted nothing to do with them whatsoever and they were left mostly to their own devices, while I marched on in my typically adventurous and devilishly handsome way, towards more interesting things. ...