‘My name is Nathan and I like to party…’ is what I should have said as Eddie and I jumped off the boat to the infamous Greek party island of Ios.

We arrived at Far Out Beach Club where our accommodation was another poorly built army base camp tent of which we were now used to. The things we saw when we got off the bus from the port made our jaws drop to the ground (and they stayed that way until we left) meanwhile the sides of our mouths trying to fight off a massive cheesy grin that illustrated to everybody around us that we had just arrived to heaven. Without further temptation as to what our eyes were glued to, I’ll try my best to describe what could only be referred to as a dream for just about any man to walk the earth. The most beautiful girls with the best rigs I’ve ever seem parading around a crystal blue pool in their bikinis drinking flavoured vodka and cocktails, occasionally dancing next to the pool on a dancefloor with a dj playing summer beats under the scorching sun in a completely blue sky with not a single cloud for miles. Everybody there was good looking and had perfectly sculpted bodies. Eddie and I put our stuff in our room and got our pita gyro and souvlaki filled rigs down to where all the action was happening.

The first night we were in Ios, we were pretty shattered from our nights partying in Mykonos but when in Ios, do what the seventeen year old European girls do along with the seasonal Aussies who went to the island for a few days and have found themselves been employed there for several months, if not years.

We headed up to the town with a girl we had met by the pool called Kirsty who was an Aussie bird. She one of those people who went for a few days and ended up staying. Her job in Ios was to be a floor whore for some of the clubs and pubs. Unaware of what a floor whore was, Kirsty explained that she got paid by a club to be flirty with guys and get them to buy her a drink so the club makes more money. Shocked that the Greeks were sneaky to do this (I actually thought it was really clever), we asked Kirsty if she’d save us if we were being floor whored.

The first place we went to was a place called Fun Pub of which they had a massive two meter high thing of jenga. Me being the person I am, was too taken back by how this game of jenga was still standing so I knocked it over. The sound the blocks made as they hit the floor was monstrous. I produced brownies and legged it outside as I didn’t know if there were any kind of rules like buying everyone a drink if you knocked it over.

Another place we went to was called the Slammer Bar. You order a slammer shot at this bar and they give you a nfl sized helmet to put on. Once you’ve put the helmet on they give you a tequila shot. After you have done the shot the bartender grabs some sort of object and whacks the helmet on your head. I’m unsure why this is fun but it is. Eddie went first and got a mallet to the head followed by a skateboard. I got hit first with a crate and then with a skateboard. After the bartender hit me with a crate and I was putting on the helmet for my next slammer shot, I said to him “don’t hit me like a girl this time”. He wound up and gave me head an almighty flogging. Definitely introducing this to Australia.

In another bar we went to, I noticed a kid, maybe about fourteen, walking around inside the bar trying to flog flowers and glow in the dark bracelets. Because I’m still not getting used to the fact there are no rsa laws, I took it upon myself to ask him for id. Confused as to what the hell I was going on about the kid tried to sell me some of his crap. I perksisted to see his id until he just left the bar. Still can’t believe that nobody cares about what the hell goes on in pubs and clubs over here yet in Australia if you have your shoelaces done up by using the bunny ears method instead of the loop thread and pull method, they’ll kick you out for not dressing properly or being a liability to others.

The next day we chilled by the pool and it was at this stage I was completely over going out (starting to get a bit crook) and Eddie was just about in the same boat. In the afternoon I recognized two girls we were with at the front of Laidback Luke in Mykonos, Inez and Claire-Ellen. We hung out with them that night as I was terribly unkeen to go out and so was Eddie after he had a nap before getting ready to go out. They are nice girls and are hoping to meet with them somewhere in Italy (most likely Venice).

We had the option to stay another night or two at Far Out Beach Club and perhaps we would have if we hadn’t been partying as much as we have. When you’re over here on a tight budget like ourselves, you really cant afford to continuously hit the town or even drink alcohol in most circumstances.

Eddie and I both agreed that we are definitely going to come back to Ios either next year or the year after for a shorter trip and with a bit more money. That island seriously has so much potential to do the craziest and most fun things. I would definitely recommend Far Out Beach Club to anybody looking to go out in Greece or anywhere in the world for that matter.

As for us, although we weren’t there long, we got a taste of the party island of Ios which is what much of this trip is about. We’ve made the responsible decision to cut out most of that kind of thing so we can save our money to stay in Europe for as long as we plan to