And so the constant slaughter finally caught up on me, and I could no longer keep up with the pace and searing heat. I threw up in front of a family and was unable to eat. I went to Kavos sober, just to get some money, but I shat myself on the way back. I got into bed about 11, but was pretty sure I didn't get a wink of sleep again.
Part One: Welcome to Hell - In which I awoke and felt incontrovertibly fucked up, fell into the sea, threw up in front of a family, went to Socratis to have breakfast, but only managed an iced watermelon drink.
Part Two: The Nightmare - In which I tried and failed to get some sleep, paid for a boat trip, went to Kavos only to get some money, shat myself on the way back, couldn't sleep in the heat and got bitten to shit by mosquitoes.