Frida Apartments Chania

Sunday was a rest day to recover from the very late night and the pressures of driving with the Cretans – a competitive sport with few rules. We wandered along the beach and poked round the shops, finding new treats, such as baklava, a honey and pastry dessert that Chris is addicted to. Like Elton John and cocaine, Chris can not go to sleep if he knows there are the remnants of any baklava left in the room. He was devastated to find ...

... seemed to be 60km/h, but the traffic flow was generally double that, so we moved as far right as possible and let everyone pass, whether in no-passing areas or on blind bends. After about an hour, as we drove beyond Rethymno we could see another road to seaward where we reckoned Platanes should be, but could not find a way to get to it. The instructions from RCI were from Iraklio and mentioned a village called Scalletta. We found that ...

... I have been most excited about.

The Samaria Gorge is the longest natural gorge in Europe (9 miles, I think?) before ending at the ocean on the southern coast of Crete. It felt like longer than that, but perhaps that was because of the rocky terrain, which kept our eyes firmly on the ground as we descended from the top of the mountain to the level part of the gorge. The hike was absolutely gorgeous--gorges (we're hilarious...). Taking the 7:30am bus was ...

We ended up taking a bus to a town called Rethmynos to see this big old fortress with a mosque and a church within it, overlooking the water. It was interesting enough, but then we headed to the main part of town, which our "trusty" Lonely Planet had referred to as the second most charming city in Crete. I can only come to the conclusion that Crete is full of some **** cities. It was a weird ghost town full of ...

... and doing nothing!

I can't believe I only have 2 ngihts left here! The time is coming so fast!!!! Dave is thinking about staying another week! ahha this place it is just like the Hotel California song you can check out but you can never leave! He is already planning on coming back next August and was devising a plan so that I could meet him here for 2 weeks haha! I am excited to go back to Athens and go ...

... where woman are or MIGHT be treated as dirt and he also thinks "american" woman are sluts- BUT for me I can understand to a point- ok touchy touchy but there is a fine libne between touching someones arm and grabbing there ass and I just think that it is an old fashioned theory tht people not covering their bodies are sluts- ok get over it the world is as it is and everyone is different. there could be a girl ina one peice with a sarong that is the biggest slut whilethe ...

... telling my friends how mom wanted to go on my travel blog and fix all the spelling and grammer and accidently let it slide that I have no IDEA what the hell the difference is between all the "theirs..." are! geeze do NOT ever tell that to a teacher ;-))

So since I am not in transit to anywhere else until the 20th (back to Athens so I can rewalk old times geta little sappy and sweat my ass off!) not sure how much I will be writing here!

Ok Dokey! CHEERS!!!!

... represented. I think the dinner was a smashing success, as several students asked me later if we would be having similar entertainment fund dinners on our future excursions to the Peloponnese and Delphi. Many of the students left dinner and proceeded to the clubs, where the Chanians were more than happy to dance well before 3AM. I, on the other hand, walked along the stunning Chania harbor with Basil looking at the shops and the water.

... are sitting on a terrace sipping fresh orange juice, enjoying baklava and listening to Grecian radio. Nex t week we will try to take a ferr to Italy so whish us good luck! I hope you are well and not becoming too jealous *g*

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SMS from mum

- Liesel are you wlaking through the (Samarian) Gorge now? At the end you can take a boat. Love mama

A mix of chocolate, cherry and banana as I taste my icecream. We arrived at Kissamos today and we treated ourselves on a well deserved treat. We are sitting on the main square shaded from the sun by big palm leaved parasols while the crickets make as much noise as possible so we don't forget them either. Now and then a car passes or a woman walking her dog. It's ...