While I was there for this one weeks holiday, I was offered a job working on the beach and playing the guitar at night time, so instead of flying back home to Scotland, I decided to stay
I was going through a divorce back in Scotland, and I was having bad times, so staying on this Island for 6 months, with the sunshine, free drink and food and also getting paid for job I was doing, sounded like a good Idea- I had nothing to lose ! as every thing I had already was gone.
Found myself a little apartment, nothing special, but I was sharing this place with some other workers.
The job on the beach was harder than I thought, you had to get up early, get down there and set out all the sunbeds and umbrellas.
Un load the beer lorry when it came and meet all the tourists when they arrived looking for perfect spot on the beach.
It didn’t take long before the beach was packed with people and before you knew it, I was run of my feet !
Non stop, I was taking beer and soft drinks down to the tourists and that sand was getting so bloody hot for these Scottish feet, wasn’t used to this heat – I was running faster and faster.
When the day was over and all the beach lovers went back to their hotels to rest before they head out for the night, I tided up the beach and stacked all the sunbeds and I too headed back to my apartment to have a little sleep, before I headed back down to the beach to play the guitar in the restaurant.
One night while I was playing the guitar, I met the brother of the owner of the restaurant beach I was working for, he offered me another job at his pub, with a little more money and I didn’t have to start work until 7 pm – Wow ! this was certainly better for me, as some times I was getting to my bed at 3 am and getting up so early to work on the beach – so I left the beach job behind and started working the nightshift.
I remember my first night – went down there and the owner said what are you drinking Billy ” I said, I will take a vodka ” & more vodka’s followed and then the boss asked me ” How do you feel now Billy ? ” – I said ” Pretty Happy now ” and he said ” Great, time to get working ” – and there I was, out in the street bringing people into the pub.
I was really good at my job, maybe one of the best out there – but I always had the ” Gift of the gab ” and getting drunk and paid every night was a real bonus.
I stayed in Kos, until the season finished and myself and a few other workers travelled Europe and we ended up in Amsterdam, before I headed home to Scotland with the biggest hangover I have ever had in my life – but that didn’t stop me, travelling to Kos again the following year for another 6 month party.
I could write pages and pages about my adventures in this town, it was some thing I am so glad to experience- If I never stayed, I would never have met my future wife.
So many doors close in your life and so many doors open- I am so glad this door opened and I am so glad I went through this door.
