“Ayia Ayia fucking napa”, was all I was hearing, drunk teenagers releasing their emotions in various ways whether it was on the dance floor or the streets, their expressions were always visible. People told me to expect the unexpected in Napa and I seriously did. An experience I can live to tell, ganguro girls, English cupcakes, Turkish sensations, Spanish senoritas, French delights what more could a male dream of. The females covered in the most erotic wear of 2012, influenced by the new era of fashion “yeah buddy”. Walked up and down the streets, gorgeous female faces, so many people, uncountable smiles from everyone. Jamming the Saturday night whether your single or sadly in a relationship. The night made none of that matter. Let me not forget to mention the amount of cleavage revealed and the tight petit shorts the ladies wore to illustrate some of their valuable assets, which would never face liquidity. Over ten clubs in one street, so you can imagine the music pumping and the competition to receive the most customers. At all times people were grooving to the tunes. Going hard every second, to make each and every moment unforgettable. Entered the first club, black and white, without a doubt it lived up to its name. The coming together of different races, truly amazing, racism was put apart and political problems set aside. Drinking, dancing and inhaling the spliffest skunk was the main agenda. Maintaining the positive energy was of the at most importance. I could really live here were the thoughts lingering in my mind. Ayia Napa indeed was one of the liveliest party areas I have ever visited. The night finally came to an end, and I was planning to catch some sleep but the chance never approached me, due to the fact that it was compulsory to attend the river reggae after party. Absolutely incredible, exotic dancer’s still pushing the same kick they had since the beginning. The after party was over by noon. But no people still went hard at the beach, afternoon barbeques, guitar jams, soothing swims and classic fishing. The day was indeed ended in the most fashionable of styles. Grilled beef fillet, sex on the beach (The cocktail you disgusting minded people) and amazing tourists to collaborate with.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Ayia “ Fucking” Napa
“Ayia Ayia fucking napa”, was all I was hearing, drunk teenagers releasing their emotions in various ways whether it was on the dance floor or the streets, their expressions were always visible. People told me to expect the unexpected in Napa and I seriously did. An experience I can live to tell, ganguro girls, English cupcakes, Turkish sensations, Spanish senoritas, French delights what more could a male dream of. The females covered in the most erotic wear of 2012, influenced by the new era of fashion “yeah buddy”. Walked up and down the streets, gorgeous female faces, so many people, uncountable smiles from everyone. Jamming the Saturday night whether your single or sadly in a relationship. The night made none of that matter. Let me not forget to mention the amount of cleavage revealed and the tight petit shorts the ladies wore to illustrate some of their valuable assets, which would never face liquidity. Over ten clubs in one street, so you can imagine the music pumping and the competition to receive the most customers. At all times people were grooving to the tunes. Going hard every second, to make each and every moment unforgettable. Entered the first club, black and white, without a doubt it lived up to its name. The coming together of different races, truly amazing, racism was put apart and political problems set aside. Drinking, dancing and inhaling the spliffest skunk was the main agenda. Maintaining the positive energy was of the at most importance. I could really live here were the thoughts lingering in my mind. Ayia Napa indeed was one of the liveliest party areas I have ever visited. The night finally came to an end, and I was planning to catch some sleep but the chance never approached me, due to the fact that it was compulsory to attend the river reggae after party. Absolutely incredible, exotic dancer’s still pushing the same kick they had since the beginning. The after party was over by noon. But no people still went hard at the beach, afternoon barbeques, guitar jams, soothing swims and classic fishing. The day was indeed ended in the most fashionable of styles. Grilled beef fillet, sex on the beach (The cocktail you disgusting minded people) and amazing tourists to collaborate with.
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