Published on 23rd-October-2012 07:18 PM
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!