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Matty’s Travel Diary

Thursday, 16 Aug 2007

Location: Heraklion, Crete, Greece

MapWhere was I? Oh yes, the toga party.

As the evening winds on, the party goers become understandably more festive. Pardon my French, but I am what they call f--ked in half drunk. Sorry Mom. No sugar coating this one.

I had met a girl earlier in the week, and was dancing with her for awhile. We decide it would be a great idea to go for a swim until she can find her friends. In my ouzo-addled brain I think that this might be the smartest idea I've ever heard. "Sure!" I say. "They'll find us down on the beach, and then we can head back to the dance."

The ocean is a fickle mistress. Let me tell you, if you don't respect it she's going to bitch slap you back to reality, much like some other women I know. The girl and I, we'll call her PlanB, are feeling amorous. Things are going great, I'm enjoying Greece and unknowingly drifting away from the shore. Well, when your mind is on other things you can't always see the waves about to crash down on you. This might be taken figuratively AND literally. I swallow a few mouthfuls of water (she must have as well), and clear out my eyes just in time for another wave. Damned if it didn't happen again.

Not being a quitter, we struggle to shallow waters and continue swimming. Nope, I lose track and almost drown again. As we crawl to the shore, her dumb friends show up and they all head back to their room. Matt is left wondering what the hell just happened, and ponder this fact all the way to my room where I have time to sleep for an hour before I am woken up by housecleaning. Oh well, I have a Greek story now and I didn't even have to drown to get it. In retrospect, it might not have been the smartest idea (duh), but that's OK. It's not even the worst idea I've had on this trip, but those ones aren't going to be written about.