It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

We all awake with far too little sleep from our last night, the grand final.  We are all feeling blue as we know Belinda and Rob will be leaving us this afternoon.  Even Nicolas pops over to say farewell.  Greg is cooking up his famous bacon and egg toasties while Rob and I have our final dance on the pontoon to our holiday's favourite song Budapest. 

We have one more no more Ouzos  before the guys pack up in record time of fine minutes, they don't want to waste a second.

 We all walk them over to the bus stop and say out farewells, we are all trying to be strong.

Nicholas walks us back to the marina and we say our farewells and maybe we'll see him tonight as he has a DJ from Athens mixing the music so could be fun.

We walk back to the yacht and it's looking a little shabby so guess we better work bitch!

Then we head over to Daltons for a chicken gyros pie as we are hungry by 4pm.  Then it's siesta time. We both have a deep snooze and wake up around 8pm.  We are feeling pretty slow but manage to get ready and walk into town and see what happens.  We immediately bump into Nicolas and then walk around the square and have a few chilled out drinks which we enjoy with the local meza plates.  We head over to the G Spot around 11 as the DJ is starting at midnight.  It's pretty busy and we enjoy the friendly banter of the locals and Nicolas joins us for a few drinks as well.  Have to admit I prefer Chris the DJ from last night, his music was more my thing.  After too many shots we head home around 2am.