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Kisamos et la plage de Balos
... Notre rythme cardiaque augmente, et nous nous demandons si nous sommes dans la bonne direction. Les chèvres et leurs clochettes égayent notre chemin. Nous atteignons finalement un stationnement rocailleux, où il n'y a qu'une seule auto. Un sentier qui semble aller nulle part pointe vers la plage de Balos. Après quelques minutes de marche nous arrivons devant un escalier qui descend vers un magnifique lagon. Au loin, ...
No fixed abode so a week in Crete
... bottom of the gorge is covered in ankle twisting boulders that I managed to negotiate well until I met the first hiker of the day coming up the gorge and promptly fell to the ground twisting my ankle in the process! Never mind - one more off my "to do" list only 764 to go! Lou in the meantime had the good sense to stay in Chania and spend the day culling more than 4000 of the 11,000 plus photographs from her computer to free up space for ...
Crete
... is an old city and along it's blocks the buildings tell of a history full of hardships, occupations, better times, rebuilding, a happy people, and lively evenings. Our hotel was only three short blocks from a Venetian harbor, a bustling nightlife, lovely restaurants, Captain Nick's glass bottom boat, and a yogurt shop. (actually there is more to see than I can list here, the area is very nice.) The hotel staff at the Hotel Splanzia are BEST I have ever had. A family run ...
A Walter prattle. Something to Crete? Perhaps?
... in my case a used iPad, camera, iPhone, passport with my name on it, 60€, dirty underwear, and some earphones.... You could live for sometime on that, maybe. My stuff isn't that great but maybe a thief just wants a Facebook to network with, play FarmVille, post pics, and lol with? Maybe you're just an iPad away... I ask you, thief, how will you surf the nets without a house? Or will you steal one ...
Athens to Crete
... branch of the post office, a bike shop, little markets, and we blended in as best we could. We grew quite fond of the woman who managed our apartment, and she loved Anna. We'd eat at the corner kebab place and everyday when we rode by on our bikes the owners would come out and wave at us. Like all Greek people we've met so far, everyone was friendly. One day we met an Aussie who was also staying at the apartment complex and he said, "...there's a strike today, so you ...