The cleaning lady has been and gone and we have a double sheet once more. Yay!
We went to the city yesterday: Chania. It was an odd mix of delapidated Venetian architecture and a hundred shops selling baseball caps, Liverpool towels, olive oil, olive oil soap, honey, Ouzo, Raki, and various sweets. We walked along the sea front and down the twisty alleys and eventually perched at a cafe to drink local(ish) beer. My Greek has succeeded beyond 'hello' and 'good evening' to ordering beer and the odd thing from the Greek side of the menu instead of the English side. And the Cretans are so much nicer about that than, say, the French. They don't always barge in in English if you try Greek. They let you try, understand what you said and don't look at you like you're from Mars. Anyway, we had enormous prawns at a sea front restaurant and got a taxi back to Vamos (the last bus leaves Chania at 8pm). We're still not sun burnt or heat stroked and my bites aren't itchy any more.
We went to the city yesterday: Chania. It was an odd mix of delapidated Venetian architecture and a hundred shops selling baseball caps, Liverpool towels, olive oil, olive oil soap, honey, Ouzo, Raki, and various sweets. We walked along the sea front and down the twisty alleys and eventually perched at a cafe to drink local(ish) beer. My Greek has succeeded beyond 'hello' and 'good evening' to ordering beer and the odd thing from the Greek side of the menu instead of the English side. And the Cretans are so much nicer about that than, say, the French. They don't always barge in in English if you try Greek. They let you try, understand what you said and don't look at you like you're from Mars. Anyway, we had enormous prawns at a sea front restaurant and got a taxi back to Vamos (the last bus leaves Chania at 8pm). We're still not sun burnt or heat stroked and my bites aren't itchy any more.
