Oh this crazy life and oh the crazy Swedes.
Yesterday was the Swedish midsummer celebration here on Ios and I have never partied so hard in my entire life.
The drinking and abhorrent celebration began at
10.30am where the first bar was serving cereal doused with white Russians.
Now, bear in mind that I am going on about 4 hours of hapless sleep and a typical hangover.
Already the Jaeger was flowing faster than beer.
By
2.30pm everyone was drunk and parading down the road in hundred degree weather to the beach and poolside of Far Out resort on Mylopotos.
It was a long and slow, drunken parade.
As I said, Jaeger was flowing and I don’t think I paid for a drink all afternoon.
When we rolled up to the pool, everyone was getting naked and jumping into the water.
Naked Swedes were everywhere, screaming, singing, fucking.
Debauchery was an understatement.
I tried hard to keep myself low-key knowing that I would have to work at 11.30 that night, but the craziness was only just beginning. Somehow I managed to squeeze in a two hour nap near the day’s end and tore myself away to eat and prepare for work. As I strolled in, my boss looked me up and down knowingly and says ‘Go inside and get a coffee.’ We all made it in but it was close and the night was only beginning.
My description of the night is going to be a little bare but what can I say? I needed a hair off the dog’s back, as they say in the UK (or is it Ireland?) just to level out and from there it was on. Most of my night was a blur but a fond blur. Our streets were packed and everyone was happy and partying like hippies. How did they do it? How did I? I do not know but I will never forget that day.