Crete Day Thirteen – Sizzling Under the Sun!
Rise and Shine, Harrogate Hangover!
Ah, the morning after a rendezvous with a couple from Harrogate at the bar—what a night! As we peeled our eyes open, it became apparent that we might have let Alex go a little wild with the mojitos. Note to self: a half-litre glass might be too ambitious, especially if you want to maintain a coherent morning after. Also, a subtle reminder came in the form of whispers that I had provided the evening’s soundtrack with some grade-A snoring.
The Perils of Egg Expectations
Now, here comes the true tragedy of a vacation: my first world problem with the eggs. The quest for the perfect runny yolk continues. It’s like searching for Atlantis but with more butter and fewer ancient ruins.
Beach Bumming: Russians vs. Germans
Down on the beach, the eternal struggle continues—the Russians versus the Germans in the battle for the ultimate sun lounger real estate. It’s a fierce competition, but fear not, we managed to secure a prime spot with just the right balance of shade for me and sunshine for Michele. Victory is sweet, especially when it comes with a good view and a gentle breeze.
By 10:00, the beach became a stage for an impromptu airshow, with eight mysterious fighters soaring overhead. Whose jets were they? Well, that’s a mystery we didn’t bother solving. We were too busy perfecting our sandcastle architecture skills.
Seaside Escapades and Fishy Encounters
Post-lunch, we embarked on a beach stroll, discovering hidden pockets of sand devoid of the usual bustling crowd. The crystal-clear waters beckoned, and like clockwork, stand still for too long, and the curious fish make their appearance. It’s like having an underwater entourage—quite the surreal experience.
Hotel Cuisine Chronicles
Back at the hotel, we found ourselves in a culinary déjà vu. The food is excellent, no doubt, but a humble suggestion to the chefs—why not switch things up on a 3-week cycle? Two weeks of déjà vu can make even the most delectable dish lose its charm. However, tonight was a culinary revelation with roast pork and cracking stealing the spotlight. Kudos to the chef for injecting some surprise into our gastronomic routine.
Bar Chronicles: Alex vs. The Russians
In the bar, a different battle unfolded—Alex, the valiant bartender, faced the formidable challenge of catering to the Russian thirst for spirits. With a language barrier akin to a comedic skit, the Russians, much like us English speakers abroad, struggled to communicate anything other than their native tongue. Premium drinks, unsurprisingly, came at a price, and one Russian patron was not thrilled about the concept of parting with his euros. In the end, a diplomatic resolution ensued, and the bar continued to thrive under Alex’s able hands, with a little assistance from the multilingual hero, Venizelos.
