We came here probably 20 years ago, I can’t remember when. I can remember we got ripped off in a taxi. I can also remember that the time of year we were here was poppy season and the red poppies were everywhere. I had film in my camera and I remember my delight once the photos were developed. Now its an instant click and this time it’s bougainvillea (or at least I think thats what it is)
We wander around on a walking tour with a guide but she loses me quickly. Sometimes places should just be strolled, and breathed and listened to without words so I turn my earpiece off and just walk with my camera. Everything is just setting up and you can imagine the hustle later.
We head up to the Grand Palace which of course is very grand but I am little bit over grand palaces as well so after I have admired the beautiful mosaic tiles on the floor I simply click and then walk back down the grand staircase.
We ditch our tour and meander through the streets which have now added the bustle to the hustle. The scooters and little trucks unloading and delivering their wares this morning have now disappeared and people have taken over.
This afternoon we booked a tour to the other side of the island. I booked it because we had been to the old town before and i wanted to see the the iconic white houses of Greece and its dramatic rocky coast. I hate the bus. I forgot how much I dislike buses, especially ones with crappy air-conditioning and seat belt things that dig into your butt. I hope I am not at risk of tuning into the dreaded moaner but I my fears are alleviated as the real moaners step up to the fore. I note there ideas that the bus driver should pull over and fix the air conditioning, which I would assume he is not an air-conditioning fixer so doesn’t have that power, seem rather silly. So I wriggle around a bit more to move off the seat belt thing and take a breath and enjoy the destination if not the journey.
It’s been a big day and we rejoin the ship very ready for our obligatory G&T and beer on our deck. One of things i really enjoy about cruising is the in and out of ports. The departure from here didn’t disappoint as the sun dripped colour onto the ocean and we headed of to the next destination of Crete.
