Petronikolis Traditional Houses
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- Shuttle bus service
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- Smoking rooms available
- Swimming pool
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... baby on the way. We stopped at a taverna by an amazing beach. The food was very average, the beer was good, the water looked several shades of turquoise & quite choppy, the sand was golden and Lance got a rusty nail through his foot. Luckily his tetanus is all up to date. The beach was located close to the islands airport. The planes were coming in to land what seemed like every couple of minutes. It was a lovely spot to cool off and watch the sea and ...
... or spaghetti". We choose chicken, which was an excellent choice. This really felt like a home cooked meal as Maria cooked the food ten feet from us in her oven and brought the salad to our table with the small glasses for wine. All told, for wine, water, chicken, potatoes, salad, raki (geek alcoholic drink) for FOUR people the total bill was only 42 euros. We also had some extra entertainment as across the street at the ...
... in Heraklion. The number of talking heads on TV screens I've seen has steadily increased during my time here (almost every TV is tuned into news stations). I guess things are escalating?
I wonder what Gabriela is doing right now.
July 2, 7:01 PM -- My room, Agia Anna, Naxos
I'm back in my room on Naxos safe and sound.
Santorini was ok. To be honest I was too drained to enjoy it fully. Maybe dramatic cliffs with whitewashed houses ...
... given that it was a manual with a strange way of getting into reverse that almost caused us lots of trouble on the first day of the car hire.
Day three in Crete is, sadly, our last day here. We are getting picked up at midday to be taken to the airport for a flight to Rhodes, and our last island stop in this part of the holiday.
There is a little time to head into the centre of town, where I (luckily) found myself not one, but two ...
... down. I came across a large pile of rocks (the orderly kind marking a path--the whole mountain is a pile of rocks). Promising. Still descending. Another pile. This one was on the precipice of a steep cliff that didn't look anything like a hiking trail.
I spent about an hour dithering, back to the column, back to the drop off, trying to make out the terrain, trying to look for a path, or some indication of one. No dice. Eventually I got ...