I had a pretty good night’s sleep but kept remembering we had to pack and clear out our room. It did not take long but the worst thing was trying to cram everything into the car. I’m sure we arrived in Greece with a half empty car…and we have left with a very full one.
I think the yellow trug helped keep stuff under control. Doesn’t seem to be under control now. And everyone seems to want olive oil from the Palaiochora mill. Even Tina. Where it will go I have no idea!
But there is no way we can include a 15 L can in the car. It keeps filling up with rocks.
The packing done, we paid up and took a last brekkie (only our second – the rest were down to me) . We sat and looked out across the trippers arriving in their snaking convoys, cars and coaches. We were sad to leave Elafonissi. Once I got to know it better, it grew on me.
We headed for Kissamos which gave us an exciting drive through the Topolia Gorge, which was quite hairy in places. It included several bends with priority against us and a tunnel controlled by a traffic light. And all the time we were confronted by the snakes of vehicles heading towards Elafonisi.
We stopped in the village of Topoliana which is near derelict in its dilapidation and makes Voukolies look like the Champs Élysée. But there was an amazing olive workshop there run by an equally amazing guy whose role is to cut up bits of paper to enhance your purchases and make them look pretty. But, as he said, most things I would have liked had been sold. We were instructed to return in the spring.
We arrived at Phalasarna and whiled away a little time having a drink overlooking the sea. By the time we got back In the car, LT had fallen on her sword. Not before time. What a jumped up little upstart. Another LINO.
We had to wait until 16.00 to access our accommodation which is nice and practical. We have two patios, ( aka Pashios…) one certainly gets the evening sun. Presumably the other will be good for brekkie. We have a small bedroom and sitting/ kitchen area.
T spent a while fiddling with anything that could be opened or closed or switched on or off. This caused the wind to whistle through the accommodation and the doors to bang. Then I found him with the key in his hand…
He then asked me something very strange along the lines ‘do we come and go from here often?’ He could not get his head round the fact it was another halt on our journey round Crete. Whichever way I explained it.
A cup of tea would go down nicely I thought! The kettle was somewhat familiar.
As I settled us in, T went walk about and handed me the key to the apartment . Only it wasn’t our appartment key and there was nothing to indicate which appartement it belonged to. So I had to return it to our host – oh the shame of it!
H keeps wandering off and talking to strange people. I dread to think what he might be saying.
We have another outing scheduled for tomorrow – to see the vet, Stavros, in Maleme.
Thought for the Day
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