Corfu Greece – #tbt That Time We Went Cliff Diving in the Greek Islands

What else would you do on a booze cruise in Corfu?

by Alyssa Ramos

On our way to Corfu and the Pink Palace

The quite initially cease on the Eurotrip I went on in university five years ago was in Greece, and to be absolutely straightforward, it wasn’t a nation I was completely interested in going to in the initial place given that I had small information about it to get started with. We started out in Athens, which was fine and dandy, but the serious entertaining started when we ventured out to a single of the Greek Islands identified as Corfu, which was supposedly recognized for currently being the top get together island in Europe. Of course, I have an understanding of their advertising tactics now that I know about St. Tropez, Monaco, Ibiza, and the other European islands that are regarded for partying, and of course now Corfu doesn’t examine, but it was nonetheless really the exciting knowledge.

Getting ready for the ATV safari

To start with of all we stayed at a “Europe’s #1 Youth Resort” identified as “The Pink Palace“. That was the first clue that we have been about to embark on an exciting journey. The 2nd clue was the optional add on excursion for a booze cruise and a four wheeler safari. We opted in for both. The 4 wheeler safari reminds me of a thing you’d see on Lost we rode four wheelers up into the mountains in bikini tops and shorts, and as embarrassing as it is to admit…..black skull bandanas since we believed we have been badasses. At one level of the safari, there was a stray Chihuahua running subsequent to my ATV, and then a couple of minutes later on we passed an outdated gypsy female strolling a donkey with giant baskets of things on either side of it. They took us to an ancient monastery, which we got a lot of fantastic photos at because it was on the major of the mountain, but it was fucking terrifying and haunted. Ultimately, just after obtaining yelled at for going as well speedy and for receiving ahead of the group quite a few occasions, we produced our way back to the Pink Palace, and got ready for the booze cruise.

The Greek Monastery at the best of the mountain

We finally manufactured it to the prime of the mountain on the ATV safari

The Pink Palace Booze Cruise

So this booze cruise was the typical sketchy accumulation of foreign guests from all more than the globe and absolutely unplanned and unsafe. The only people on the boat aside from the crew have been the American youngsters from our trip, and a group of Australian guys who had apparently meant on traveling all over Europe but ended up extending their remain at the Pink Palace like it was some kind of time warp. It was clear also that they got sucked into the intercourse, drugs, and partying that the island supplied, I could tell immediately by their overly cocky self confidence that they have been quite much enjoying the interest from the lots of girls who passed as a result of…or perhaps that’s just how Aussies are in common since they consider their accent is just oh so sizzling. But it’s not. It’s essentially really irritating.

This is an example of the Wrong way to jump. Straight legs only unless you want an enema.

So the crew liquored us up as we cruised close to the picturesque coast of the Greek Islands. The scenery consisted generally of breathtaking mountains and cliffs overlooking the properly clear and glistening ocean with the occasional gray, jagged rock formation jutting out of the middle of nowhere. Finally they informed us that 1 of the exceptionally tall and terrifying rock formations was the place we had been going to dock, and if anybody wished to jump off of it, they could. Naturally Rach and I have been the very first female takers, and dove overboard to head to the giant rock.

For some motive, considering the fact that I was the to start with woman to try climbing up the very steep, quite smooth rock wall to get to the prime where we had been supposed to jump off, the guys ahead of me and behind me felt it essential to enable me, despite the fact that I didn’t need to have any support, so I was essentially staying pulled and pushed up, and hardly touching the wall at all. I can’t make a decision if that, or on the lookout down from the prime was extra terrifying, but I’m quite confident the distinction was a heart assault and probably vomiting.

I jumped! And it Harm! (See me at the bottom left)

A few guys jumped as I attempted to grow the ego to jump myself, and immediately after listening to a single man pretty much start out crying, and an additional telling him there was no other way down, I mustered up the fake courage to just jump. It was fucking awful. Not only did I get the gut wrenching feeling in my stomach of falling eight million feet like on the Tower of Terror but the 2nd I hit the water, each opening in my whole body felt like it had gotten an particularly powerful enema. When I finally received to the surface, gasping for air, and praying that a fucking Lochness monster wasn’t about to come up and consume me, I doggy-paddled my way to the nearest rock formation that I could hold onto to conserve myself from drowning.

I watched Rach at the best of the stupid rock, with the similar terrified expression I had had, and then watched her jump in the same soon-to-be unpleasant way that I had. However, she had landed at an even worse angle I had…if that’s even probable, and she swam up to my tiny rock with tears in her eyes, claiming that her she considered her ass had ripped. As we each floated painfully close to the smaller sized rock, clutching what ever pieces of it that we could to hold ourselves in area, we pretended to be interested in viewing the rest of the people jump whilst our bodies recuperated. 1 of the Aussie’s jumped naked…I picture that had to feel wonderful, and another’s small tiny bathing suit ripped, exposing his uh…wallabies. Later I ended up giving my own shorts mainly because I felt lousy that all of his buddies were attempting to tear off the remainder of the cloth…and yes, somehow they fit him.

You can sense the worry in most of the folks at the leading.

Suddenly, Rach and I each commenced screaming in pain and swimming as rapidly as we could back to the boat. Our legs felt like we had just been electrocuted by hundreds of tiny tazers. Apparently there have been tiny jellyfish all more than the rock we had been leaning on who decided that we were voted off the island and attacked us. I can’t don't forget what was worse, the ache and discomfort of all of the red, swollen bites all in excess of our asses and the back of our thighs, or how embarrassing it looked.

The Australian boy loved me following I lent him my shorts considering the fact that his wholly ripped just after he jumped off the cliff…not that he could stand up with out his stuff falling out…

But we toughed it out with the assist of a great deal far more alcohol. We were, following all, in the freaking Greek Islands, you can’t really complain about that. At least we could stand up and go in the water not like the Aussie who was wearing my small shorts and couldn’t stand up mainly because his junk would fall out.   The last prevent we manufactured was to a bat cave on the water which was fairly great to swim by means of until the water dropped to about zero degrees, was so dark that you couldn’t see the bottom, and the manual yelled “HELLO” as loud as he could, sending all of the sleeping bats over us into a fury. That was terrifying.

By the time we acquired back to the Pink Palace Rach and I had had our relatively great share of worry and soreness, I imagine we were fairly much more than the island at that point…but not just before experiencing a really weird evening at the Pink Palace’s discoteca.

Shit received weird at the Pink Palace’s “discoteca”…like a really terrible magic present.