The end of the mino-tour
Trip Start
Apr 30, 2008
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Trip End
May 31, 2008
I'm sure there is far more to see in the birthplace of Zeus, but today's flight ends back in the city of Athena.
It begins with heat. Into the 80s by 9 and climbing above 90 by midday. I'm showered, packed and caught up on e-mail and decide to tempt fate with an omelet and croissant, my first solid food in over 48 hours. I read a bit in a cafe, but even in the shade it's a bit too much and with an hour and a half left before my taxi, I slip back up to the air-conditioned gloom of room 7 at The Dodgy.
I meet the cab in the square and we roll slowly through the clogged streets of Chania to the airport road where I spend another comfortably air-conditioned hour before we take off. On the plane, omelet, croissant and I still a single entity, we leave the coast and bank north into a sky bluer than the sea below. This cretin has left the labyrinth.
On the ground, out of the plane and onto the Metro. It's packed by the time we reach Syntegma Square, but a cheaper and quicker bet at rush hour. From the square, it's only a few blocks back to the Elektra Palace where I get the same room, 702, that I left May 3rd, enjoy a cool shower and a couple of miraculously refreshing gin and tonics in the lobby bar.
It begins with heat. Into the 80s by 9 and climbing above 90 by midday. I'm showered, packed and caught up on e-mail and decide to tempt fate with an omelet and croissant, my first solid food in over 48 hours. I read a bit in a cafe, but even in the shade it's a bit too much and with an hour and a half left before my taxi, I slip back up to the air-conditioned gloom of room 7 at The Dodgy.
I meet the cab in the square and we roll slowly through the clogged streets of Chania to the airport road where I spend another comfortably air-conditioned hour before we take off. On the plane, omelet, croissant and I still a single entity, we leave the coast and bank north into a sky bluer than the sea below. This cretin has left the labyrinth.
On the ground, out of the plane and onto the Metro. It's packed by the time we reach Syntegma Square, but a cheaper and quicker bet at rush hour. From the square, it's only a few blocks back to the Elektra Palace where I get the same room, 702, that I left May 3rd, enjoy a cool shower and a couple of miraculously refreshing gin and tonics in the lobby bar.

