I  Ios. Of all the places in the world I have been to so far, Ios is my favorite by a substantial margin. It's like Mykonos is many ways - the same bright white houses with blue roofs and windows, the same crystal clear ocean water and undrinkable tap water, the same dirt-cheap Gyros meals - but it's got a much more laid back feel, and is about half the price. Mykonos knows it's cool, Ios hasn't found out yet. Our hostel, despite being up a 50 metre hill at ...

We arrived in Mykonos via a 5 hour ferry which was expensive but very comfortable. I am fast learning to stop buying blended iced coffee drinks in Greece, my 'frozito' was disgusting, and the 'instant frappe' I bought on the ferry tasted like Oprah's underarms. Backtracking a second, Gavin was pickpocketed on the train in Athens, losing his IPhone, which sucks. His iPhone will not be lost in vain though, the rest of us vowing to learn from his mistake and protec...

After our all nighter in Eilat, and a bumpy late night bus to the airport (where we met a Belgian who claimed to know Australia like her bucket. She must throw up a lot or something to know a bucket well..) we were all extremely sleep deprived. I rolled out my sleeping bag in the middle of Ben Gurion airport and caught a good 45 minutes of shuteye before the flight to Athens. Many months ago, when booking the flight, we each selected a weird meal option - Muslim...

Eilat is a great place, but it's like 20 degrees too hot, like we had trouble walking outside for more than 5 minutes. We had great fun though, as soon as we finished the kilometer walk from the bus stop with out giant backpacks in 43 degree heat. When we got to out hostel there was an elevator up to reception, and the 5 of us and our bags managed to get stuck inside. We quickly decided that in the event that we starved to death there, we would eat Arryn first. ...

My stint in Jerusalem was brief and pretty uneventful.. It was very interesting, but that doesn't make for good blogging, so I'll have to weave some of my patented writing magic to give my followers the hit they have come to crave like the rabid dogs that they are. So here goes: Leaving Steve and Gavin back in tel aviv to cry and eat their own faeces in my absence, Zac Arryn and I bussed to Arryn's aunt in Kefar Addumim, a small settlement just in the Westbank, ...