The Pink Palace can be seen from the town. I could not replicate that initial Pink Palace experience if I tried. That’s the beauty of hostel life, its a star crossed adventure full of drunken nights and long days out exploring in the sun with perfect strangers you had just met that morning. It is at the Pink Palace that I first experienced travel separation, the awful feeling missing people that had either just left the hostel or people that you left when you checked off the hostel. This hostel makes it very easy to meet people and before you know it you will have made a large group of friends. Back at the hostel, I met two crazy Brits, Charlie and Deano who I would befriend and later meet up with back in Manchester, as well as my friend Barbara and my roommate Hazem. I would become friendly with them, they were a nice group. On this bus I met a bunch of American exchange students, who the driver just referred to as the “Americanos”. The driver was a well humored greekman, with a great sense of humor, that just referred to me as “Canadian Boy”.
I was picked up at the airport by the Pink Palace van, a bright pink vehicle branded with the hostel name. From the airfield plain I could vaguely see the shadow of mountains, dominating our position below. My flight left foggy Stanstead Airport and arrived in Corfu just as the sun had set and the island was engulfed in darkness. My arrival date was at the start of the very first week of April, a time not associated with tourism and I had not expected such good weather. When I landed in to Corfu from dreary London, I was pleasantly surprised by the mild climate.
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