Vomit, a Minotaur, and a Beach

Perhaps you are wondering where that title comes from. Refer to the picture of the Megajet aka Vomit Cruiser. The boat that was docked before ours had its gang plank sheared off when it kept banging against the dock. At first, I kept telling myself that the waves were only bad in the port area, and would get better once the engines were going. I was terribly, terribly wrong. Once we started pitching and rolling, I tried to take deep breaths and tell myself that I was going to be ok. This seemed to be working up to the moment that the crew (falling over themselves due to the rocking) came rushing through the cabin distributing puke bags. Almost instantly, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were extracted from my body. This continued for the next 3 hours. Everyone else on the boat was either lying down or holding a puke bag. It was eerily silent. As the boat approached the dock in Crete, two Russian women shared a flask. I don't make the stereotypes, I simply observe them.

Fortunately, today has been much better. We started off by seeing Knossos, an ancient Minoan palace. This was where the legend of the Minotaur was born. Parts of the palace have been restored, while the rest remains as it was found. There were too many tourists there for my taste, though. Especially those Russians. They can't be trusted.

Then we drove to a port town called Rethymno. Our car is now an Opel Astra. It doesn't have much get up and go, but it is infinitely better than that Micra. Rethymno is just a quaint, Venetian style town. There wasn't really much to do there, however. I had a big lunch to compensate for my losses yesterday. The waiter gave us a round of something that tasted like a combination of whiskey and cider. It gave me a bit of a twitch on the way down.

After Rethymno, we drove to a place called Bali Beach. Water was a little cold, but very clear and blue. Unfortunately, I didn't see much in terms of wildlife except for a couple fish.

Overall, however, a much better day than yesterday. Our plans for the evening call for laundry. This will be very exciting indeed. Tomorrow, we will be driving the Cretan roads once more in hopes of finding an abandoned monastery in a gorge, and a beach, where one can walk to an offshore island. Greek roads are terribly marked, laid out, and impossible to navigate, so hopefully we can find these places.

Location:Λαβύρινθου,Heraklion,Greece