My Holiday in Crete

My Holiday in Crete

Preparations

Two weeks before hubby and I left for our holiday, our granny stumbled on a hose, fell and broke her arm. A week before our departure, our granddad slipped on the stairs, fell and hurt his leg. He played hero for two days and when he finally let us take him to hospital, we learned that his leg was broken. The elders, now like a couple of plaster gnomes, did all they could to show that our holiday was doomed. Yet, we left them trustfully in the hands of other members of our numerous family and for holiday we went.

I packed both my and hubby’s suitcases the morning before we departed for the airport. It became immediately clear that hubby was incapable of any independent packing after he pestered me with questions where we kept this or that and blamed me for hiding his things. He calls it hiding, I call it clearing away to where it belongs.

On checking hubby’s suitcase, I discovered: a pair of hiking boots, a waterproof jacket, the complete Game of Thrones books, my toothbrush, a snorkel, five pieces of underwear for ten days and a heap of random clothes. It looked like he was going mountaineering commando in the Scottish Highlands and snorkelling nude in Loch Ness while reading Game of Thrones. In fact we were going for a beach holiday in Crete.

Considering the luggage weight limits, I discreetly removed four of the five indecently heavy books and replaced them with a pack of cards. I silently added more underwear and a pair of swimming trunks. I took back my pink toothbrush. I didn’t neglect to put in our cabin luggage: a carving knife, a shotgun and a new year’s fireworks. On second thought, I decided to go without my Kalashnikov. To the question at the check-in if I packed my luggage myself, I was determined to answer, Why, indeed, with only a little help from Uncle Osama.

Journey

The airport security people love me. Their metal detector gates love me too. They always greet me with enthusiastic beeping when they detect my heart of steel. I’m already used to being patted down and having my shoes scanned at each airport, so I was wearing my presentable new sneakers and fancy frill socks. The security lady who was harassing me spent an alarming amount of time on my bra and I thought she’d want it scanned too. She didn’t and I was cleared to board the plane.

Hubby, a planespotter and general flying enthusiast, nearly didn’t manage it on the flight. As soon as we were released on the airport apron to board, he disappeared to shoot planes. Not to shoot them down, since I left the Kalashnikov at home, but to shoot them with the camera. He beamed as I kindly and generously, which is very like me, yielded to him the window seat that was to my name. It would’ve been a quiet flight, if hubby didn’t constantly poke me to look at this or that down there. I advised him that he may only alert me to the proximity of a cat, food or an impending crash down.

After landing safely in the Crete capital city of Heraklion, we continued by bus to the south-eastern part of the island, where our family-run hotel was located. I picked the worst seats on the bus and started to suspect that our elders were right and our holiday was cursed. The seats before us were occupied by a young couple who were amusing themselves by sexual favours during the two-hour trip. The seats behind us were occupied by a young child and a bullied parent. The kid kept on kicking in my ribs to the accompaniment of mighty cries of Hallelujah! I exhausted my yearly ration of tolerance when I didn’t stab the kid in the leg with a wire from my bra while yelling Amen!

Impressions

The journey across the breadth of the island confirmed the guidebook’s claim that Crete was a site of wild and rugged natural beauty, complete with steep mountains, pebble beaches and crystal-clear sea. Too bad that the place is also strewn with litter and waste, including discarded electric appliances, abandoned car wrecks and one broken boat mysteriously perched on top of a cliff. There are more houses under construction than finished houses, and the unfinished houses are commonly inhabited. Black rubber pipes lying loose on the ground supply water heated by the sun.

The hotel where we stayed was staffed by members of an extended family and a few employees. The employees were presumably those who were working consistently, and family those who were sitting at the pool bar, playing Sorry! and working occasionally. The place had a small free-ranging dog mascot and a big bad boss, whose threatening appearance was somewhat compromised by his habit of carrying around a string of colourful beads. It turned out to be a rosary. Cretans are extraordinarily religious, and we’ve seen people crossing themselves for the length of a block when walking or driving past a church. It got a bit awkward as a religious driver stopped on the red light next to the sacred building.

Our holiday came with the all-inclusive programme at the hotel, so on the first day we were marked by a humbling plastic bracelet indicating that we have pre-paid meals and drinks. The food was excellently seasoned, but for reasons unknown not very local: we had pork, chicken, pasta and rice, but no fish or seafood that one would expect to be a staple on an island. The sea of Crete has probably run out of food, for when we went to a tavern for a special dinner, most seafood on the menu was labelled as frozen and maybe came from the Netherlands Seafood lorries that we’ve been seeing around. We had a frozen, unfrozen and roasted octopus, and now I fully expect to grow a third arm. It could come in handy.

Holidaying

The first morning we headed for the beach, just a few steps from the hotel. Hubby immediately immersed himself in what I decided was not-so-warm water. I left him playing Moby Dick in the waves (him being about as huge and as white as said whale), wrapped myself in a large scarf aka a beach burka to protect my own white skin and set off for a walk with the camera. The beach consisted of boulders, pebbles and very sharp stones. Walking on it necessitated much stumbling, swearing and arm waving. In one direction, I found an endless stretch of rocks, in the opposite direction, there were more rocks, dilapidated glasshouses and dumps. It was all very picturesque.

Though I normally avoid bathing in other than very hot water, out of excitement I managed to go in the sea and swim around twice during the ten-day holiday. The first time I accidentally breathed in a wave (because our holiday was doomed), and when I recovered from the appalling taste, I resolved not to sniff anything anymore unless I’m sure it’s cocaine. I also learned that I mustn’t sleep on the sunbed because my skeleton is apparently too old to pull off lying for too long in one position on the frivolous plastic thing. Most time I spent Baywatching, that is, spying on people on the beach with my sunglasses and an open book for a shield.

As a result of a careful observation of beachgoers in their natural environment, I created a top five worst beach crimes.

  1. Wearing bright yellow speedos. (Exceptions: absolutely none.)
  2. Wearing speedos. (Exceptions: you’re young, handsome and handsomely endowed. In that case though, I suggest not wearing swimwear at all.)
  3. Not wearing swimwear at all time. (Exceptions: you’re a young child, you’re invisible or you’re on the Sahara where swimming is improbable. See also above.)
  4. Wearing underwear instead of swimwear. (Exceptions: you’re too young or too old to make it really matter.)
  5. Wearing swimwear with tassels. (Exceptions: you’re a female child, a porn actor/actress or Native American.)

Of course, I resolutely deny all charges of being judgemental.

Trips

The village where our hotel was located comprised about fifty permanent residents, out of which roughly one third were feral cats. For a change, we made two bus-and-boat trips – both to a desert island. One of the trips was to the island fortress and former leper colony of Spinaloga, and it was a pleasantly uneventful excursion because we used the services of our travel agency. The greatest excitement occurred when hubby didn’t keep a safe distance behind me while climbing the stairs to an upper deck of the boat and carrying trays of food. As a result of his carelessness, I kicked in his tray, made his food a mess and spilled his plastic cup of wine. My tray and wine remained intact. Serve me well.

Encouraged by the success of the Spinaloga excursion, hubby decided we would go for a trip to the white beaches and cedar woods of Chrissi Island on our own. We may have saved the money we would have paid to the travel agency, but my already strained nerves were ruined. Hubby doesn’t speak foreign languages, so all the inquiring was on me, the autist, introvert and outright sociophobe. Cretans are a traditional patriarchal society (euphemism for chauvinists); they clearly couldn’t cope with a woman purchasing bus and boat tickets and kept on glancing at my husband for confirmation and trying to address him. Some of them, both men and women, seemed shocked when I bluntly asked them to talk to me because my significant other doesn’t speak English.

Our guidebook informed that though there exist bus services and timetables in Crete, the reality of service and time could be perceived differently by Greeks. Thus warned, we occupied the bus stop half an hour before the scheduled departure and I bravely stood myself in the middle of the road, ready to wave any oncoming bus down. After a prolonged period of tension, the bus arrived more or less on schedule and stopped without me having to act as a windmill and a road block in one. In the town of Ierapetra, hubby found the port because I have no sense of direction and could end up trampling in the opposite direction as far as to the opposite coast. In the port, there was nothing but stalls selling boat tickets and nothing but boats to Chrissi. I made it.

Chrissi is as lovely as publicity suggests. The sand was actually whiter than my untanned skin and the sea was the brightest shade of turquoise. As the fee for two sunbeds and an umbrella was ten euro, the equivalent of a nice dinner for two at home, I spent most of the time making use of my expensive sunbed and looking around, mouth agape. Or, I was running to and fro on the beach, jumping up and down and yelling aww!! This was as much an expression of joy at the sand and the shells as an expression of ouch because the sand was very hot. I may or may have not deliberately collapsed in a particularly tempting sand dune and started making sand angels. I bitterly regretted my silliness later when I was trying to get sand out of my bikini and body cavities.

Return

All doomed things come to an end, and so did our holiday. I was mightily excited to go home for the last five days because I was missing my cat very much, and she reportedly missed me too because she was seen pacing at the door and meowing melancholically. A fat Greek lady at the Crete airport denied the guidebook’s claim that Greeks are friendly and refused to let us board because our luggage was slightly overweight. This hurt, especially coming from a fat lady and especially because the overweight was caused by the gifts we purchased in the lady’s country. Determined to do as much for Crete’s economy as she could, she charged us twelve euro for the two extra kilos and let us go.

The current difference in temperature between Crete and Czech Republic ranges between twenty and twenty-five degrees. Guess where it’s colder. August is normally the hottest month of the year here, but something went wrong while we were on holiday. Hubby, who is always hot, untypically encouraged me to turn on the heating on our arrival and we haven’t dared to switch it off yet. Also, I can’t get my cat off my lap because she apparently fears that I’ll go away again. Despite these minor obstacles, I’m happily home and back to my beloved buttered toast, unfiltered coffee and chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Nobody is going to get me for another holiday for a long time.

24 thoughts on “My Holiday in Crete

  1. Your writing never fails to make me smile and this piece made me chuckle. Incidentally, we were informed when we inquired about it, that the buildings are deliberately left unfinished, with metal rods sticking out, because tax only starts to be collected upon completion. How true that is I don’t know. Not does it explain the litter and abandoned cars.

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    1. Thanks a lot for reading! Really 🙂

      Exactly, the metal rods sticking out of the buildings’ roofs is what I was talking about. It may surprise you, but I heard the same thing about taxes being the reason for this. There would be something it!

      The litter is probably just a national trait — it’s not for nothing that the Greeks are known for their relaxed mentality. Actually, this is very strange and foreign to me, I’m much closer to the uptight British 🙂

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      1. The place I experienced the most atrocious litter was along the coastline around Sorrento. There were bags so old lying on the street that they were disintegrating. We were told it was to do with a dispute between the Cammora and the rubbish collection people. Who knows but it was gross, vermin-infested and reeked.

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        1. Ugh ugh… I fortunately didn’t experience this level of filth, but it was obvious that the locals aren’t concerned about littering. It’s a shame to find litter in the streets and more so on the beaches. I think the Greeks would be genuinely surprised by our conversation, it seems they just perceive order differently…

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  2. This is so long! And fun! I got to the middle of the post, my attention spam is not big right now, so I’ll be back (in Schwarzenegger voice)

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    1. Yes, I know, the post went out of control and grew monstrously long! Anyway, you can just look at the videos or read a bit here and there, no need to go through the whole thing, I don’t mean to bore you to death!!

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      1. Hahaha no it’s not boring, I have just a little bit of time on the screen, that’s why. 🙂
        I already had few “jokes” but I forgot them. I am sure they will come back to me… XD
        btw, I would totally yell on that kid on the bus, like 100%. I admire you. I would have kick his ass….

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          1. Awww, I read all of it, YAES! 😀

            I laughed through most of it, if that’s ok 😀 Nope, me neither a fan of misbehaved kids, nope.

            I am sorry that you vacation was somewhat disappointing… Really, I am. That is why you need to come here. It is cheaper than Greece – I assume, and closer, and you have really a bunch and bunch of stuff to see and to participate. And they are not boring. If you choose boring, you will still not be bored, because sippin’ coffee in the morning under a shade looking at the sea is just straight up relaxing…. 😉
            Greece is under bankruptcy, probably why they have to import sea food. And bunch of stuff also.
            We, however don’t. And absolutely no one is going to watch you strange because you speak English and he doesn’t. They will be glad someone does haha. Am I doing a good job promoting here? XD

            But you did swim, and you did see Greece and you did get away from the winter, ups, summer going on here. And yeah, I am so sorry you have problems in airports… I guess, closer to the Mother Russia more likely you will be a double agent. Facepalm.
            We managed to escape the eastern Europe stamp just by a straw, oh and also, joining the EU and not being Muslim helps. Sad.

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          2. Awe, thanks for reading! The holiday wasn’t actually disappointing, it was quite nice, but it’s even nicer to be back. Of course there was a slight culture shock. Exactly what you say — what attracts me to Croatia is the closeness of the culture, I think it would feel like home, plus the sea 🙂 So, next year!

            About EU, I’m so glad we’re part of it — I remember when there was a national referendum whether we want to apply for membership in the EU or not. I voted yes and was happy that the majority did the same. I’m not much into politics, but since we happen to be located in Europe, we should try to be part of its community…

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          3. We weren’t as happy to join EU because they will significantly reduce our home-made trading, we had huge places, fill with stands with food from people’s garden, it was a tradition. And yummy yummy food! We knew that would change since the member’s of EU are obligated to import a lot of stuff, and it did. second thing we weren’t happy about is exploiting our resources, and our natural beautiful coast. It was rare to find a beach that is “closed for public” but I think with big investors coming and building their version of paradise, hotels and golf – courts (which are a huge problem by themselves because they spend so much water), more and more of what was “ours” will be limited. Now, we have tons and tons of celebrities coming here and that is nice, but what do they want? Privacy. And they have the money to rent an island. I just don’t like it… But we also knew that there is no other way than being in EU. What, being independent? We don’t have enough money to keep developing, we need EU boost. And what they are bringing with the “contract” is unfortunately the side-effect. I voted no for the referendum as many people, more than 30% was against it.

            I guess positive side of being in EU is traveling (which you proved not being easy 😀 ) and having a lot of funds to help us out, specially young and educated to make their ideas a reality.

            That’s that. 😀
            I am happy that this doomed vacation was more doomed on a paper than in reality hehe 🙂

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          4. Oh yes, I’m something of a drama queen, so even a trivial thing takes on the dimensions of a tragedy when i describe it 😀

            Well, the EU might not be good at all things, but for me personally, it’s a great advantage. It co-supports many educational and research projects here, and much of what I earn comes from such projects. And at the end, like you say, we’re not rich enough to cope on our own..

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          5. Thank you now I am singing too. Which reminds me, I am just about to write about songs that get stuck into our head. 😀

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  3. I was so excited about this post coming out. As a teenager, my family went on holiday to Corfu a couple of times and even although that was like 20 years ago the Greek package holiday sounds remarkably unchanged!! And on husbands packing in my house. Well, less said the better! You had me giggling from start to finish as usual, which is always good news for a Monday! Hope granny & grandpa are on the mend 😉

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    1. Oh, thanks for reading this very long and very mixed post! I was so full of impressions that I couldn’t manage to put them all down in a proper manner.

      It’s very interesting that Greece looks the same like twenty years ago! On the other hand, considering their slow and relaxed lifestyle, it could be probably expected that there would be little progress. Not necessarily a bad thing — my husband loves this mentality — but it’s not my cup of coffee and I found it sometimes slightly irritating 😮

      It was a lovely holiday though, and even lovelier to be back with my cats and our garden gnomes aka granny & grandpa (yes, they’re on the mend, two or three weeks to go before their casts can be removed)…

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  4. Great stories and the GIFs – really adds to the narrative. Thanks for commenting on my lake post so I could find yours! I like your attitude and I share it along with your love of cats and chocolate 🙂

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    1. Why, thank you a lot for visiting! I’m glad that you enjoy 🙂 Also, who wouldn’t love cats and chocolate, right? I’m looking forward to seeing your around!

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  5. That was a really refreshing holiday post! I enjoyed your little witty one-liners here and there that made the whole post a lot livelier!

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  6. Great descriptions (as I too have vacationed in Crete – but not at a family owned hotel). The video clips are a nice compliment to the text, as well as entertaining and educational. Your humor is appreciated, and makes the piece fun to read. Nice job. I hope you and hubby had moments of bliss – even though cat is happy you are home and chocolate (comfort) is being consumed in large amounts!

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    1. Thanks a lot for your feedback! Oh, so you were in Crete too? Hope you enjoyed your stay as much as we enjoyed ours! It may not look it from my post but it was a very nice holiday in fact. I did miss home (my cat and my favourite chocolate), but we returned right before I started to miss these things too much. Good luck with your blog (looks great, by the way!) and happy writing!

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