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The drive back to Chania didn't take long, we headed for the sports area with the sandy coves. When we arrived it was busy with people taking their daily exercise, walkers some with dogs, some with prams, joggers and cyclists were completing circuits if the park. We went for a walk up over the headland following a path that weaved in between boulders and shrubs, we could see some people swimming in the cove it looked very inviting. After coffee we took our chairs ...
... surrounded by three sandy coves and a lot of sports centres, tennis, beach volleyball, five a side football etc. we thought about staying there, but the toilets were closed up and we need to empty ours! We set off for the next campsite, about twenty five kilometres away, before we got there the National Road was closed, we took the detour and then some narrow roads around the olive groves ...
... desserts, a light baked custard between filo pastry. Even more 'stuffed' we paid the bill, collected Logan and walked some of the calories off. The lake is much fuller than when we were here last. The path around it us under water, so we had to stick to the track and road. Before we left to drive to Georgioupoli, a couple if English men stopped to chat, they lived in the next village. They both thought we were very ...
... fallen rocks. Most of the mountain roads don't have any barriers, I'm glad Les is on the edge of the road and I feel much safer in the middle. Everywhere there are nets out under the olive trees to catch the ones that fall off in the wind. The trees that overhang the roads have nets sometimes as much a 3or 4 feet into the road, held down with large rocks. Most nets are black and blend in to the landscape, but occasionally there will ...
... and dog to spend the winter. He originates from Hamburg and owns a house in Russia near St. Petersburg. He's very friendly, he asked if we liked to fish, we told him 'no' and we asked if he did, he joked that his white beard was made of fish bones.
After lunch the rain had stopped so we put on our walking boots, our walking shoes are still wet from yesterday, and we walked into town. We crossed a bridge where the river from the mountains runs into the sea. it ...