Day 5 (44): Chania or XaníaMay 18, 2017 in Greece
Daryl was determined p have a day in bed. Good plan.
So we got up for breakfast and had to leave the hotel, but good for him to get out before settling in, because he woke up with a lot of blood and was freaking out a little, not that he would admit it of course. So we wandered around a little and he decided he wanted to get back so we went to the bakery next to the hotel. We had pastries which I had apple and Daryl had cheese and spinach.
So I left him around 10/1030 ish, and started off towards the lighthouse across the harbour, of which we have a cute little view from our window. I could see super heavy cloud in the mountains behind he town, so I essentially legged it out there! Once I got to the lighthouse I realised it actually wasnt as close as it looked from a different angle. I took my ime out there a little bit, and stopped a the structure halfway along the wall on my way back. It had taken me at least half an hour to make my way out there. The beginning of the wall was much further away than I thought it was going to be from my view through the window. I noticed the old Byzantine church looking building on the harbour had something to do with the battle of Crete, and locked that information away for later.
So I wandered around and thought about getting on the bus tour, and thought about trying to find the big market, of which I couldn't easily do either. So I ended up doing a big lap. I walked from he Venetian harbour over to the harbour to the east, hen I turned inland and walked around the edge of the old town (not that I particularly knew this at the time!) and back down along he old wall to the water again, but now on the West side of the Venetian Harbour. The bus stop showed a while, so I walked down to the beach instead. And happened through a market along the way. This was a much more local market containing fruits and vegetables and olives. At the end there were a couple of clothing stalls more aimed at tourists. As I was walking back from the beach I decided to stop and have a beer. I only had €50 notes on me, so I thought I better eat something too and spend a little more! So I had tzatziki and bread for lunch. It was delicious!! And I had a view out onto the beach where I could watch the lone swimmer. Who was out there for at least 45-60mins! He got out just before I left, and I realised he had a gimpy arm and leg. Nothing weird or bad, just not something you see everyday so you can't contain your curiosity.
I walked back to the stop through he market, which by now was mostly closed, or closing. The bus was imminent, and now had a ticket girl waiting so I thought great! I bought a ticket, waited and simply ran the thing around. Unfortunately I had to wee most of this journey, but it was still lovely and as always, some interesting things, and some things you get lost in the story telling. I did find out more about the battle of Crete, which occurred in 1941 during the second world war. One stop was also for the allied war graves cemetery.
I got off the bus where I got on because it missed the actual last stop. I'm pretty sure he skipped stop two and took a short cut because no one said they wee getting off at the war graves. Ha, ok then.
So I walked pretty fast around the harbour to wee at home! Daryl then came out, bought a knife and we had a snack. We then left each other and I went looking for the big Agora. The cross shaped indoor market. I eventually found it and was quite disappointed. It was so touristy. I expected it to be more like he local meat and fish market, but it was far from it. Also, being now 6pm, there weren't many people, and a handful of stores were already closed.
I headed back to the Byzantine church thing on the harbour. Inside there was an art exhibit. Not expected. And a short video with footage and subtitles about the battle of Crete. The information on the bus was passionate about the Cretens but factual about everything else; the movie was passionate about the Cretens and angry a little bit blame-ey about the New Zealanders being taken out, WHILE GERMANY WHERE TRYING TO INVADE, and not telling anyone. Yeh I'd probably be pissed too, but it still was a little weird. Not really there fault, more the commanders fault...that's who I would blame.
Back to the hotel. Hang out for a while before we went to dinner. Soooooo full! Too full!Read more