The countdown to Zante began the day we booked the holiday. We thought we'd leave it until January, due to pricing and savings, but the truth is - I just don't think we could have waited much longer! We paraded into the Thomas Cook booking center, picked out our hotel, dates and the countdown truly began.
Jazz, the eldest of the bunch, decided to be in charge of all the paperwork. It's a good job she did, you'll know what I'm talking about if you've read about the Boardmasters ticket disaster...! Every time we paid a little bit more off, the date grew closer and closer. I remember impatiently starring at my calendar app in work dreaming of being laid on the beach with my bikini on, clear blue sea and some sort of alcoholic drink in my hand... or hands. Oops.
My aunties wedding occurred on the 5th July, just 5 days before we jet off to Zante for our wild adventure. It was the most beautiful weekend. A short 5 days after we were ready. Suitcases packed, grinning faces and warm clothing - we're coming for ya Bristol airport!
It just so happened that it was Keeley's birthday on the date we arrived in sunny Greece (another friend coming to Zante). So, it was only fair to "celebrate" in our own way on the route up to Bristol from Plymouth. Lauren, our 4th and final member of the trip, joined me on a trip into town just a few days before the holliday. We had picked out the funniest, brightest and most ridiculous clothing we could find - baring in mind that England had just played and been kicked out of the World Cup, so all the gear was cheap as chips! - and we found an item for each year she had been alive.
18 items later... a weird look from the til staff and an evil look in our eyes, we wrapped and packed the wonderful gifts in our bags ready for wear. Keeley, blissfully unaware of the events that were going to take place, started to open each package every 10 minutes. Out came a wig, a Miss Sunshine size 16 top (Keeley is 5ft 3 and a size 6), flowery flip flops, England eyelashes and many more.
She was truly looking a 10/10. A few hours of head bobbing as I tried to sleep sat up in a car, and a slightly painful neck later, we arrived in the airport. Strolling through the terminals, waving goodbye to our luggage and grabbing a quick breakfast before the plane arrived, we looked like some sort of Inbetweeners.
The airport slowly began to liven up with holiday makers from all types of places. It's quite amusing actually, stag do's, hen do's, girls and boys group holidays. We even bumped into the Only Gay in the Village from Little Britain! You can just tell who will be off for a week or two of madness.
The plane arrived... how exciting the moment had begun. On the plane we got, 3 hours of window watching and surfing the clouds and we would arrive in sunny Greece. No matter how old you get, you'll always want the window seat. So instead, we decided to sit where our tickets placed us. Luckily for me, this mean I sat by the window on both journeys muahahah!
Greece was hot, beautiful and clear. Our hotel was huge and we were given the worlds worst shots upon arrival. The fun had began the moment we stood off the plane.
Hot dog legs by the pool, sunbathing once we had finally arose from our hotel room. An empty pool area, the kind of thing every holiday maker would prefer with a hangover.
The beautiful blue waters of Greece.
It turns out, our room was quite a bit different to what we had initially thought. We were placed in a room with 2 single beds, yep lovely... and bunkbeds. Well, I'm not exactly small and I'm not exactly light, so I decided to snap up a single bed. Lauren and Keeley drew the short straw and landed on the bunkbeds.
Keeley's "area" of the room.
The moment we had broken the bed... again.
As you can see, it soon became very messy... actually, let me rephrase that. The crime scene you see above is not all of ours, it was Keeley's. And we might have broken the bed a few times (seen in picture 3. Me very drunkenly trying to help Jazz fix her bed...oops.)
Off we went, down to the pool to check out or hall mates and to grab a cold and refreshing cocktail. Music playing, laid by the pool, 32 degrees and a whole lot of young holiday makers, I could tell this was going to be a holiday not to forget.
One thing I will say, if you ever get the chance to visit a foreign country with your favourite girls, do it do it do it. It's the best thing I've done so far!
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