We went to bed early (10:00 p.m.) and got up late (9:00 a.m.) which is good because we didn’t get into port until 1:00 p.m. today because of some medical emergency on the boat around 1:30 a.m. last night. No idea what happened, but the rumor mill is saying that it involved a pregnant woman. We had a breakfast buffet again, got some traveler checks converted to Euros, and headed off the boat to see what Katakolon had to offer. Not much! We didn’t sign up for the tour of Ancient Olympia, which may or may not have been a smart move.
There wasn’t much to do in a town of population of 2,000. There was a lot of tourist shops that had a lot of crappy tourist things. We headed to the large beach looking for a place to sit and read and tan, but because it quickly became clear that the beaches here suck. They were really dirty and didn’t have much to offer, so back to the boat we went where we sat poolside relaxing, reaming, and swimming, for 3 to 4 hours.
(5:00 p.m.) - Katakolon Time
We had an early dinner because there was a lot we wanted to do that evening. We had more buffet in the Windjammer Café. Then, we went down to do pub trivia in the Schooner Bar, just to pass the time. We really sucked at pub trivia, I mean, really really bad. We had 15 questions to answer and we only got about 4 of them right. Pub trivia didn’t last long because a bunch of people wanted to go and play bingo. So, we went back to our room to watch Wimbledon on ESPN.
I, eventually, got Liz off her butt and went to watch the magic show that they had at 42nd Street theater. I don’t know still if this was a good move. The magician sucked balls, I mean, his tricks were good, but his stories and audience interaction was bad. I don’t know what his name was, but we are going to call him Tony Wonder for the sake of this journal. Tony and his lovely assistant, who also he was banging cause it was his wife, but you know how they met. He did lots of illusion tricks, including the sword of destiny. Or, at least, that is what I like to call it. He rammed abut 5 swords through this box that had his wife in it. Oh yeah, it was a small box too! His wife also did some stuff because she used to train with Cirque du Solie. Maybe it’s unfair to call him Wonder, he was more like Gob near the end with the flowing prate shirt and crappy magic, but hey! It was free and apparently, everyone on the boat went to it. This brings us a good point to address, Liz and I are not the average tourists on the boat We don’t do a lot of the activities, we don’t go to the shows, and we don’t care where you can shop for jewelry in every f*&cking port we stop at!
After the magic show, we stayed around for the Love & marriage game show, because we still wanted to win something on this trip. They had three couples participating in the game. You had to audition to get on the show. They had a honeymoon couple, 10-20 years of marriage, and over 50 years of marriage. We stop up intending on getting on the show and the audience picked the couples. We had to say, “Oh baby! Oh bay! Do you want to do?” and then growl at each other. Well, the first honeymoon couple that did it was so over the top, it was quite obvious that they wanted it a whole lot more than we did. We sat down and didn’t even audition. We didn’t want it that much. The 10-20 year couple that made it on stage was so funny. The line that those couple had to say was, “Tarzan, Tarzan, you’re my man! Take me to the stage as fast you can,” and then the man beat his chest and howled loudly. The couple that went, the wife said the line perfectly while standing on a chair, but her husband responded by grabbing her hair and shouting, “Okay, Jane. Let’s go bitch!” Hilarious!
(5:00 p.m.) - Katakolon Time
We had an early dinner because there was a lot we wanted to do that evening. We had more buffet in the Windjammer Café. Then, we went down to do pub trivia in the Schooner Bar, just to pass the time. We really sucked at pub trivia, I mean, really really bad. We had 15 questions to answer and we only got about 4 of them right. Pub trivia didn’t last long because a bunch of people wanted to go and play bingo. So, we went back to our room to watch Wimbledon on ESPN.
I, eventually, got Liz off her butt and went to watch the magic show that they had at 42nd Street theater. I don’t know still if this was a good move. The magician sucked balls, I mean, his tricks were good, but his stories and audience interaction was bad. I don’t know what his name was, but we are going to call him Tony Wonder for the sake of this journal. Tony and his lovely assistant, who also he was banging cause it was his wife, but you know how they met. He did lots of illusion tricks, including the sword of destiny. Or, at least, that is what I like to call it. He rammed abut 5 swords through this box that had his wife in it. Oh yeah, it was a small box too! His wife also did some stuff because she used to train with Cirque du Solie. Maybe it’s unfair to call him Wonder, he was more like Gob near the end with the flowing prate shirt and crappy magic, but hey! It was free and apparently, everyone on the boat went to it. This brings us a good point to address, Liz and I are not the average tourists on the boat We don’t do a lot of the activities, we don’t go to the shows, and we don’t care where you can shop for jewelry in every f*&cking port we stop at!
After the magic show, we stayed around for the Love & marriage game show, because we still wanted to win something on this trip. They had three couples participating in the game. You had to audition to get on the show. They had a honeymoon couple, 10-20 years of marriage, and over 50 years of marriage. We stop up intending on getting on the show and the audience picked the couples. We had to say, “Oh baby! Oh bay! Do you want to do?” and then growl at each other. Well, the first honeymoon couple that did it was so over the top, it was quite obvious that they wanted it a whole lot more than we did. We sat down and didn’t even audition. We didn’t want it that much. The 10-20 year couple that made it on stage was so funny. The line that those couple had to say was, “Tarzan, Tarzan, you’re my man! Take me to the stage as fast you can,” and then the man beat his chest and howled loudly. The couple that went, the wife said the line perfectly while standing on a chair, but her husband responded by grabbing her hair and shouting, “Okay, Jane. Let’s go bitch!” Hilarious!
The game was pretty fun watching the boys and the girls have fun answering questions about each other while one was hidden. Afterwards, we went to bed because we had a long stay in Corfu ahead…
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