Kos, Greece

Kos is the third largest island of the Dodecanese and one of its most fertile and well watered. It lies only 5km from the Turkish Peninsula of Bodrum. It is second only to Rhodes in both its wealth of archeological remains and its tourist development, with most of its beaches wall to wall with sun beds and parasols.

Hippocrates (460-377 BC), the father of medicine, was born and lived on the island. After Hippocrates death a medical school was built, which perpetuated his teachings and made Kos famous throughout the Greek world.

Links

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kos


18 Aug 2001 - Kos (Kardemena), Greece

Kardemena with Pat and Chris...this holiday was going to be hard work. While packed with laughs and cruel banter, each day didn't vary much from a standard routine of wake up thirsty, drink, eat, moan, curse and then try and make it down to the beach by late afternoon. This was then followed by more food, watch some football, while away some time and then lo and behold - its the evening and another round of punishment.

With these types of holidays the first few days are great: everyone's keen; drinking loads and showing the young pups around how it's done. Party games were joined in with gusto though perhaps with a little too much gusto by Chris in the game of "Grab a partner and show how many sexual positions you know in a minute".

Chris started off like a sprinter, there went the doggie, then like a seasoned pro, the missionary while all the while the youngster next to him attempted to keep up. Two positions ticked off and only 10 seconds gone...surely we were looking at the winner?

However, stage fright gripped him in its iron grasp and Chris looked to his mates help. "Surely there can't be more than two sexual positions?" he thought. Of course, help was not offered so he stood up there shifting from foot to foot and repeating his two positions. Again. And again. His young lady chum was quite taken aback by this virgin behaviour from one so wizened and gestured to her friends that, "He's f***in' s**te, he is." Good old Chris. However, one young lady must have been impressed and took him under her wing.

It was almost a laugh a minute and there are too many tales to tell but 3 days of drinking was enough for me. I resorted to moaning and then morning vomiting by day 5. Not an unusual experience when with this couple of hardened drinkers. Breaking my tooth on a small bone in a Kleftiko by day 4 didn't add to my enjoyment either. It was either find the local butcher or wait till I got back to the UK. I elected for the latter.

Talking of broken teeth, I almost broke some more playing a version of musical chairs. I had progressed quite far by barging a lass off her seat just as she got there a split second before me. No matter - winning is all. The final round involved a race to the sea through a narrow strip of sand with sun beds on either side. The music stopped which was the cue to begin the race but I started at the back and had some ground to make up.

Desperate to win, I stumbled on the sand and fell to the floor. When I looked up my nose was centimetres from a sunbed. Needless to say, I lost the race. After this I then tried to apologise to the lass that I had sent sprawling but ended up apologising to the wrong person who had no idea what I was talking about. Chris and Pat, amused by my error smirked in the background and said nothing - then again, neither would I.

Uncultured bunch you may be thinking and you are probably right but I did manage to drag the chaps to Kos Town which has some Roman and Greek ruins. Chris wasn't keen but he was suffering with a huge hangover and him walking around while dehydrated in 30 degrees Celsius did give us some satisfaction. An interesting place, you can even see the alleged tree that Hippocrates taught under.
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Kos - Kardemena, The view from our balcony

Kos - Kardemena, The view from our balcony

Having a corner apartment meant we had doors balconys on two sides meaning that we had a choice of views and good ventilation as air could flow through our apartment. Excellent for the heat intolerant like myself.
Kos - Kardemena, The view from other side of our balcony

Kos - Kardemena, The view from other side of our balcony

Many an evening was spent looking over into this hotel, chatting and drinking what Pat "The best bar man in Greece" Taylor served up. This was never a pleasant experience.
Kos - Kardemena, team photo

Kos - Kardemena, team photo

A pleasant photo of us all early in the night and looking fresh. On another night I was found asleep on the floor outside of our hotel with a box of chips in my hand. I didn't remember until a few days later when a lass from our hotel spoke to me in a bar and asked how I was. Only then did it come back to me that she had woken me up to make sure I was ok and I had told her I had vomited in my chips...why did I say that?
Kos - Kardemena, the sexual positions game

Kos - Kardemena, the sexual positions game

This is the second part of the "Grab a partner and show how many sexual positions you know in a minute" game played by Chris. By this stage he has someone from the crowd giving him assistance.
Kos - Kademena, Chris strikes the first time

Kos - Kademena, Chris strikes the first time

Ohhh, joy of joys, it's Chris caught on film again. This girl was the one who was impressed with his Karma Sutra knowledge on stage. Despite numerous opportunities of going back with her, Chris refused. What a gallant boyfriend. I'm sure his girlfriend back in the UK will be very impressed with his restraint. She actually turned into a regular bit of slap and tickle for him.
Kos - Kademena, unknown ladies

Kos - Kademena, unknown ladies

This photo taken in the days before digital cameras, I was totally taken aback when I got this back from the film developers. I had no recollection of these tempting ladies but I did notice the lass on the right looking at us on the beach a number of times. Now I know why.
Kos - Kademena, and the night ends

Kos - Kademena, and the night ends

The night has been fun and action packed...I was told. My memory fails me but I do remember fhe foam party later one as I came out of the worst of my drunken amnesia. Poor old Chris though is showing the signs.
Kos - Kademena, another night of fun

Kos - Kademena, another night of fun

And for Chris it certainly was fun. This time there were no party games but we went from bar to bar downing shots and long drinks. In this photo Chris does it again. This rep provided us with free undiluted spirits at the bar she worked at and this kept us in there.
Kos - Kademena, Chris strikes again

Kos - Kademena, Chris strikes again

More kissing lessons of Chris and again off he went leaving Pat and I to continue our night. What was the quote? 'I am not a slag, I only sleep with about 10% of the blokes I meet.' Well in her line of work thats a lot of blokes. And how long had she been there for? About 8 weeks when we met her.
Kos Town - In the restored Casa Romana

Kos Town - In the restored Casa Romana

The cultural part of our trip was a visit to Kos Town and some of the ancient buildings, Hippocrates' Plane tree he is supposed to have taught under and a general wander around the town. This is the inside of a 3rd century Roman villa.

As for the tree, Plane trees don't live for much more than 200 years so as for it being Hippocrates' tree...hmmm.
Kos Town - Ruins of 3rd century Temple of Dionysus

Kos Town - Ruins of 3rd century Temple of Dionysus

Scant remains I know and there is a lot more to Kos Town than these pictures I have taken such as the fortress which was closed, shrines and plenty other pieces from antiquity. There are also several places of note around Hippocrates' tree, in particular the Ottoman era mosque.

Sadly, owing to the fragile state of my companions there was very little enthusiasm for my plans to do the sight seeing thing.
Kos Town - Chris does it again

Kos Town - Chris does it again

And Pat just cannot believe it. This Austrian lady was staying in Kos Town and meant that on this night Chris also stayed in Kos Town. Pat and I got the sheduled bus but Chris had to make his own way back the next day.

Turns out that he would have been better off coming back with us.
Kos - Kardemena, passed out Pat

Kos - Kardemena, passed out Pat

The night proves too much for Pat and this time it is him showing signs of weakess.

One last thing, after coming from back from Rhodes in 1995, France in 1998 and Corfu in 1999 I said to the chaps then, "Never again. Why do I do it. These holidays aren't holidays at all", but still went ahead with Kos 2001. I suspect I will fall for Pat's smooth words again in the future.
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