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At first you thought that this photo was repetitive and not worth including...and then you looked again and noticed Fatty's ridiculous expression in the background and suddenly everything made sense.
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Chris, the Vin, and Emily.
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Then Chris, being the "master of my own body" ninja that he is, destroyed them with him spot-on perfect impression (Well, except for the fact that he's not wearing a little brown dress). And the more we started taking, the shit was so funny that WE almost forgot that we really were taking him to his surprise party.
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John Craven, Fatty, Chris and myself met up with Grant for a lil' birthday dinner at Cafe Gitane in Soho.
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After we finished eating, the plan was for Emma and Lorelei to call and say that we should meet them at the Sunburned Cow, a bar all the way over on Avenue C. We'd try to arrive right at 10pm, and everyone would jump out yell "Surprise!" (hopefully both surprising Grant and scaring the living shit out of him simutaneously).
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Fire up iTunes and here cue up Crüe's "Home Sweet Home." Awww, yeah.
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Here's Chris and Fatty back at my apartment getting ready to head back to their respective homes - so ends our journey.

Between the three of us that had cameras, we managed to take just over 2,000 pictures which I edited down to 21 entries comprised of exactly 790 photos. And so it's with these last few words that I end the European Vacation Series (which is by far, the longest diary project I've ever undertaken). Back to life in NYC!
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I Fatty and Chris managed to sleep most of the last leg of our trip.
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As we scrambled up to the gate we realized that there are probably worse things than being accidentally stranded in Iceland for a day or two.
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With one final pic of the fantasic four, we said goodbye to Grant (who was staying behind in London for another couple of days) and....
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Shuttlebus from the rental car drop-off to the terminal.
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Saturday morning we woke up, double checked our packed bags, thanked Grant's parents for their hospitality, and hit the road for Heathrow.
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Here's another one. This one's my pensive and artsy "I'm acting like the camera's not there, but clearly I must know it is because I'm the one who took the picture" picture. Who's more emo than me? Motherfuck this photo diary nonsense, I'm gonna get me a LiveJournal. (ps - look at the two cutey patooties passed out next to me like little sleeping lambs. Teeheehee.)
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Gassing up our little Vauxhal rental.
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Saturday, Chris was in town and the four of us got together for brunch at 9th Street Market to reminisce about our recent hijinx in Europe.
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The only question I have is how did we not get beat up? Look at us.
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We posed for one last group photo before all going our separate ways. Let's hear it for Halloween 2003. Wooooo!
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Hahahaha. Right before the shutter clicked Grant bombed Chris with a super sneaky "Who does this guy think he is?" pose.
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ESS-EX! C'mon where my nig-noggz at?
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Awww, yeah - check tha setup! Awwww, look how cute Grant's mom is all displaying the food with the boys. (And be forewarned, anybody making remarks about Moms in the comments section will be promptly banned. In the words, of the Wise Fatty, "Dat shit ain' coo'!")
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And then we drove back towards Corringham to the White Lion Pub in Fobbing to meet up Grant's dad and...
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Grant was standoffish at first....
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....ARCADE TIME! (Look at Grant and Chris peeking out in the background. Hahaha).
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After a long-ass day of traveling and layovers, we landed in Heathrow a little past 11pm local time.
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Holy shit. Does this photo even need a caption? Hahahaha.
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...we arrived safely and without incident (save a slight yelling match between Grant and the rest of the passengers in the car who politely asked him if he would "SLOW THE FUCK DOWN SO DON'T HYDROPLANE OFF THE ROAD AND DIE FOR FUCK'S SAKE!") at Grant's parent's home and celebrated with some stiff drinks...
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...Chris managed to regain his composure and display his Greek Mac like a true Greek MACK. Awwww, yeah.
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The GREEK MAC! That's right. Two lamb patties in a pita with lettuce, tomato and tahini. After the initial surprise of the Greek Mac wore off...
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Despite all of my SUSPICIOUS CAMERA ACTIVITY I somehow managed to make it aboard the plane. Wait, where's the Fatty?
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We bid our lovely condo a fond farewell and piled into our sweet, lil' rental one last time.
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Once in the airport, we grabbed a quick slice...
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With a fistfulla cone, we bid a last fond-farewell to Rethymnon.
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Being that we were leaving Crete in the morning to head back to the UK, we decided to take one more trip into Rethymnon to walk around and get some ice cream.
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...a kick to it. Hooo-ah!
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Not completely happy with the shaky, hand-held quality of the previous "Scootering" footage we'd shot a few days earlier, Chris strapped the camera to the back of my bike so we could film our mountainous ascent on the coastal backroads. (I'll get around to posting clips of this someday. Don't worry, with the exception of Grant trying to brain we while I'm squatting down and talking to the bike-mounted cam, you're really not missing much).
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After fucking around for too long in Bali, we ended up having to make the 35 minute trip back to our condo at dusk (freezing our asses off the whole way). After dropping the bikes off and picking up our car, we headed to a nearby restaurant for an early dinner.
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Then Chris had an idea!
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More dangerous, high speed scooter hijinx for the benefit of the camera.
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Chris. Hahahahah.
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This photo should give you some perspective on the size of the main room you descend into. It was breath-taking.
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Chris raising tha roof.
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...I claimed I wanted to get a picture of these three on their way down, but it was really just my sneaky was of getting them to go first in case there were any ScoobyDoo-esque villians waiting below.
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We were the ONLY tourists there making the experience of descending down into them even creepier.
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Fatty, Grant and Chris.
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Once quick CHiPs-inspired coldlamp with the scooter...
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Same with tha Grizza.
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Twenty minutes later, and down at the bottom of the mountain we just ridden over, we stopped again to warm our hands.
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These tiny pics really don't do the mountains in the background justice. Click here to open a hi-res version in a new window.
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A small chapel off to the side of the Monestary tells the story (which I grabbed a rehash of from this site):

"The Greek freedom fighters would register their displeasure with the Turks (normally some Turks would be discovered dead) and the Turks would show their displeasure by killing everyone in a town or village. In 1866 around 1,000 Cretens took refuge in the Monastery fearing Turkish retribution. The people, which did include several freedom fighters, held out for two days before the 12,0000 Turks laying siege were able to rupture the walls. However, instead of surrendering the abbot (a local hero) and the people inside decided to ignite the gun powder in the powder keg room. 829 of the Cretens died. It is said anywhere from 100 to 1000 Turks were killed in the explosion."
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The four of us read this truly amazing story and reflected upon it for a few minutes...
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We saddled back up on our HOGGZ and hit the road. We only managed to get about 1/4 mile when Grant, who was leading the pack, slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road hysterically laughing and pointing...
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Seasoned veterans at this point in the trip, we even managed to drink our raki without so much as a grimmace. Opa! Opa!
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Hahahaha. Check out Chris trying to feed him a potato bigger than his head.
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If you look closely, you can just barely see Grant peeking out between me and Fatty.
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Awww, who's better than Chris, huh?
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After a few songs I gave up and headed back to our table on the sidelines to coldlamp with my boys.
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Here's Fatty, Grant and Chris upon arrival - quasi-drunk from dinner and already in awe of the stupid amounts of hot Greek women. (Make sure to look at all three of their priceless expressions).
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Looky, looky! What's going on here in this picture? After Grant was done giving her the "See, aren't we fun guys?" photo review, she quickly cozied up to tha Grizza.
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We chatted Michael up for a few minutes and after we'd established a rapport, I asked him if I had any shot with his cute friend and he replied (please make sure you read the next sentence in your best Balki from "Perfect Strangers" voice) "Don' be ree-deek-you-los!"
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Throwing down for the cam.
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After the girls were done telling us about their travels, Grant took Fatty's cam and gave them a run down of our trip thus far.
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Here's Chris reacting to "the new" Grant.
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Yaaaaay, Amstel.
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With bellies full of steak and heads full of raki, we decided to hit the town in search of some girls (to frighten them with our BREAFFFF).
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With the leather-panted Gunther giving us the stinkeye from across the table we took a view pictures more pics without her in the background to try to throw him off our perv trail. By the way, ever notice how stuff like Coke, ketchup and McDonalds always taste not-so-great overseas? Well with beer, it works the other way around. The beer we are drinking is Amstel. (not Amstel light, regular Amstel) Maybe it was the crisp sea breeze or the abundance of badobnkadonk butts out there but it was hands down one of the best beers I've ever had.
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And then a group shot. HA HA HA HA. Notice in the background you can see the chick's equally-attractive German boyfriend totally catching on to what we were up too. Das gig ist up, ja?
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We walked around town for awhile and eventually managed to find the steak joint. After we'd been seated, we noticed a heartbreakingly attractive German woman sitting at a nearby table and all of a sudden Grant wants to take a picture of Chris reading a menu.
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The camera never lies. That's why the picture is blurred. But turn down a complimentary digestif in Greece and you might get your ass handed to you along with the check. Looks like we have some shots to drink. Oh well, here's to minimal liver damage.
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Same thing; Different sauce.
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Immediately after scaring him in the shower, we ran back inside, set up the camera and Chris hid behind the door to see if we could manage to scare him twice in ten minutes.
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It was right at this wall where we received our first bit of exciting news: That the tour's almost over
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Aw, yeah. Let's hear it for culture.
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Chris jumping off the rock (and getting bonus points for coldlamping mid-air Thrasher magazine style, circa 1984).
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Chris on a rock.
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Chris and Grant on a rock.
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All the caves were carved in the rocks by the Romans and were used as a cemetery! In the late 1960s, a bunch of hippies found them and for two years the caves caves became a commune (Joni Mitchell actually spent six months here living in one of the caves). More and more hippies kept coming until the local authorities got fed up and kicked all of their dirty, patchouli-smelling asses the fuck off the beach. ("Take your guitar and MOVE IT, Harpo! Now!"). Boo-yah!
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Here's Chris demonstrating how engorged he became watching Fatty writhe around in the sand.
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The beginning of sunset.
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Where we proceeded to throw down group beach coldlamps, awww yeah. Check out all the rocks on the beach. The waves there made the craziest sound. Each time the water washed out back towards to ocean, it would drag all of the smaller rocks across the larger rocks on the bottom and make this bizarre, underwater rumbling noise. After a quick swim, we laid down to dry off in the sun and were all quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water.
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Here's us bright and early out on our front porch enjoying a breakfast of Greek yogurt and granola. Mmmmmmmm. (ps - what's up, busted dudes in the morning?)
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And for one of the main courses: Fresh octipi! Tenticliscous!
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After our busy day of swimming and napping, we headed over to one of the nearby beach restaurants for some lunch. Chris and me.
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Thanks, Kostas!
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We wandered the streets for almost an hour trying to decide on where we wanted to eat (ok, trying to find the place that had the most hot girls dining there). The problem was, there was so many restaurants (and so many hot girls) that we couldn't make up our minds. Finally, as we neared the point of collapse from hunger, we were courted by this dude, Kostas Vallasso, and he was so friendly and funny that we decided to eat as his place.
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Here's our condo's little porch out front.
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Hungry boys.
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...he brought out more white wine. Amidst all the merriment (shit-talking and recalled moments of scooter-glory), we suddenly realized that we were all completely shit-hammered. When we (slurringly) asked him, "Kostassssch, why are we schooooo drunk?" He explained that the local wines contained approximately 14% alcohol. (Which explains why these pics are starting to get as blurry as our vision was).
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Fatty and Chris.
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Which led to us getting hopelessly lost. With all the narrow, windy roads it took us a good 25 minutes to find our way out of town and back to the road that led home.
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Here's us riding down a sidestreet clearly not meant for scooter traffic. Doh!
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Afterwards we walked around the surrounding area...
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And now here's our Quadrophenia inspired SCOOTERGANG shots.
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How tough is the Fatty in this pic? See that drop off behind Fatty in the pic? That's actually a steep road that leads down to this little tiny part of the penninsula that goes out into the water. We drove down to explore and take a closer look.
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And here's "Stone Cold Player."
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First up is Chris. Here he is demonstrating the pose called "Care Free Cowboy."
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After we were finished taking in the view, we decided it was high time that we took some shots of each of us pimping and coldlamping on our HOGGZ!
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We parked our bikes and Chris and I set out on foot to check it out.
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And my personal fave: "Kiss me, I'm Greek."
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Kudos to the Fatty for managing to catch...
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All these pics are from Fatty's cam. Here's Chris going for a behind the head catch.