An early, early start saw us grumbling our way to the Athens ferry port.
We spent a bored six hours sneaking from first-class lounge to first-class lounge in the attempt to avoid sleeping on the floor, and trying to find something edible for brunch.

Our arrival back in Mykonos was succeeded by a wait for our driver, Anna, to appear. We allowed for Greek time, and Greek time on top of that, and once again, but eventually gave up and jumped in a taxi, requesting to be taken somewhere apparently questionable, which we had no idea about because it'd all been organised by the travel agent.

We left the city, and drove through winding roads enclosed by litter and barbed wire fences. A while later, we arrived at a club called Super Paradise Beach. It looked like a celebrity getaway, and we were confident that it was the wrong place. After asking for Anna, though, we were taken to an adorable little shack overlooking the bay, and apparently had been taken to the right location.

We then tried to book flights from Athens to Paris. After having our cards denied a handful of times, and Katelyn's card being apparently blocked, I asked mum for her credit card details and bought them, promising to pay her back upon our arrival back in Australia. We then had dinner, and cocktails, and beach times. And passed out early.