Spilia Village Hotel
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- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... on the beach, more swimmers came and went, I tried the toe test! It feels far too cold for swimming, just a paddle was enough! The beach cafes are open and the one closest to us has a group of Brits enjoying the sun and coffee. Eventually a few clouds bubbled up and we took our chairs iver to Dream Catcher and had lunch, , after we drove to the port at Souda to buy our ferry tickets. The 'Old Druid' had told us about the British war graves at Souda, we went to ...
... found it. The gates were open but there wasn't anyone there, however the water was on and the chemical toilet waste was accessible, so we used their facilities (thank you) and then left and parked at the end of the road for the night outside a closed taverna. It was just going dark, the nights seem to be drawing out now, and the evening sky was just lovely, bright pink against a lovely deep ...
... they lived. Many of the buildings were 3 stories high and all built around a central square. The ruins were unearthed in 1900 by Sir Arthur Evans, he was so enthralled with his discovery that he spent 35 years and £250,000 of his own money excavating and reconstructing it. The reconstruction although made of concrete and painted helped to give an overall feel for the grandure of the place. The frescos had been ...
... 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 ...
... full, and full of red coloured mud. The old town is closest, as we strolled up the Main Street all that was needed was some tumble weed blowing down it to complete the scene from a deserted cowboy film set, the shutters were all closed, shop and bar signs were squeaking as they swung on the wind and no one was about, except an odd taverna had a light on. If we had gone in would the drinks have been pushed down the bar to us?
At the top of the street there was ...