Camping
Trip Start
Jan 19, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 03, 2007
(C) THOUGHT OF THE DAY - I really do hate the Brits and no wonder the hippies liked it here.
We found Agio Galini and the campground "No Problem," with thankfully, no problem. An hour or so from Iraklion we are on the south coast facing Libya across the water. The water is nice and clear so you could see his dirty subs coming.
Matala is very nice - the beach is beautiful and the caves are fascinating. The Romans buried their dead here - many centuries later - the hippies buried their consciences. It's all nicely packaged today behind a chain link fence guarded by an empty ticket booth. If it weren't for the dead spirits, I could understand camping out here for awhile.
FISTFIGHTS AND RAKI - Our campground is nice - except for the brits who woke us up in the middle of the night with some domestic dispute that included the words, "You idol fucking bitch" about 300 times and some sobbing, interspersed with clubbing noises
Why do Americans always have to rescue the brits from their messes?
Well, me and the German of course. "What are you doing there???" yells our new friend from Stuttgart. "You wake up the whole kamping!!"
Chad feels the need to also jump in at this point and get in a ground brawl. After a mean right hook to the temple (which might still be affecting his judgment), he ended up with some hair pulling and british teethmarks on his wrist - which looks something like deuces on a dice (a tooth here and a tooth there.) Thankfully Sara kicked him in the head and German jumped on his back or Chad would have been bald on the right side.
All fun and games aside - the Greeks showed up to save the day with offers of more raki and all night fun. Universe, you win. I like the Germans.
We found Agio Galini and the campground "No Problem," with thankfully, no problem. An hour or so from Iraklion we are on the south coast facing Libya across the water. The water is nice and clear so you could see his dirty subs coming.
Matala is very nice - the beach is beautiful and the caves are fascinating. The Romans buried their dead here - many centuries later - the hippies buried their consciences. It's all nicely packaged today behind a chain link fence guarded by an empty ticket booth. If it weren't for the dead spirits, I could understand camping out here for awhile.
FISTFIGHTS AND RAKI - Our campground is nice - except for the brits who woke us up in the middle of the night with some domestic dispute that included the words, "You idol fucking bitch" about 300 times and some sobbing, interspersed with clubbing noises
Camping "No Problem" at Agia Galini
. Why do Americans always have to rescue the brits from their messes?
Well, me and the German of course. "What are you doing there???" yells our new friend from Stuttgart. "You wake up the whole kamping!!"
Chad feels the need to also jump in at this point and get in a ground brawl. After a mean right hook to the temple (which might still be affecting his judgment), he ended up with some hair pulling and british teethmarks on his wrist - which looks something like deuces on a dice (a tooth here and a tooth there.) Thankfully Sara kicked him in the head and German jumped on his back or Chad would have been bald on the right side.
All fun and games aside - the Greeks showed up to save the day with offers of more raki and all night fun. Universe, you win. I like the Germans.


