Diana Club Hotel
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A day on Crete, enjoying great mild weather, some 4,000 year old culture, fruits of the forest, home made wine and our first ever swim in the Mediterranean. Not a bad life. Another city (Heraklion) shut down by protests, this time students against police violence. We teamed up with our kiwi posse and hired a convoy of taxis that did a few of the sights. Really friendly and informative. They thought we were a bit crazy wanting to swim (as it's now out of season). But I ...
... during which the coach thermometer showed it dropped from 29 to 21 degrees. There was the obligatory cafe stop which added at least 25 minutes to the journey. Barry came back to the coach though with a Turkish Eye for me.
No rep at the hotel or on the coach, just a CD the driver played as we approached the airport.
Unloaded in the rain, under cover but I think more of a sun shade than roof!
Inside one long queue followed another. A ...
... that was left was a shallow lake and marsh which gave rise to malaria which wiped out most of the population. An earthquake destroyed the rest of the city.
Following this we went, by boat, to a local seafood restaurant. We started with a delicious meze plate and then they served chicken, beef or fish. the meze plate, which I had was delicious.
Then the 1.5 hour ride back to the ship. Tomorrow is Kusadasi.
A leisurely get up but in time for breakfast. Then we took the 11am ferry to Tunruc, an idilic bay our rep had said. Not so much so when you come from the West Country. The boat ride was nice though. We wandered quickly through the village, lots of the same shops but no salesmen calling out to us constantly. We stopped for a beer at a waterfront cafe then caught the first taxi back to the hotel. Another nice boat ride. Back in time for lunch. I tried out the lady in ...
... We the had a Tunisian moment as I told Barry I had been stung and tried to pull out the stinger while in intense pain. Barry though had a page and a half to go! He finally got the message as I pointed out to him the reading time was over. Trouble was this coincided with waffles time. The barman gave us a strange look as we asked for just a glass of ice and I adjourned to the toilet to give myself some first aid. With the ice ...