Crete Day Twelve – A Fond Farewell and New Faces!

Out with the Old, In with the New

Ah, day twelve in Crete, and what a change of guard we’ve witnessed! The Germans, in their usual efficient manner, are packing up and heading off, leaving their sunbeds and schnitzels behind. But wait, who’s swooping in to take their place? None other than the Russians! Now, who’s more arrogant and rude is a matter up for debate, but let’s just say the Russians have their own unique flair. One thing’s for sure—they do love their vodka. A double from the bar? Not on your life! They’re back for more before you can say “na zdorovye!”

As if that wasn’t enough, it seems we’ve been hit by a wave of tiny tots. The once tranquil soundscape of waves and seagulls is now punctuated by the cries and coos of babies. From the beach to the restaurant, it’s a chorus of infant enthusiasm.

A Dip in the Aegean

Today, the Aegean Sea decided to play nice. It was as calm as a mill pond, with only a gentle swell lapping at the shore. Perfect for a swim if you could navigate the pebbly shoreline without looking like a flamingo on roller skates. Once in, it was a paradise for fish watching. Standing still in the water, you could see them darting about, ranging from tiny 5cm sprats to slightly more impressive 10cm swimmers. Stand still long enough and they’d come right up to you, giving your legs and feet a cheeky little nibble. Nature’s own spa treatment!

A Fond Farewell

We had the pleasure of enjoying a coffee with Murdo and his lovely wife before they headed off to the airport for their flight back to Edinburgh. It’s always a bit sad to say goodbye to new friends, but such is the transient nature of holiday acquaintances. Safe travels, Murdo!

New Friends from Harrogate

The evening took a turn for the lively when we met Paul and Evie, a charming English couple from Harrogate. Fresh off the plane, they were ready to dive into holiday mode, and who were we to stop them? Drinks flowed freely, and before we knew it, we were three sheets to the wind. I might have enjoyed myself a bit too much, as Michele later reminded me with a nudge and a wink. Apparently, my post-cocktail snoring could wake the dead. Oops!