Saturday

First thing in the morning, we head poolside. 

 

The real heat hasn't hit yet and after an hour we're at the breakfast buffet. Now things are getting better. Food is plentiful, varied and pretty good for the most part.

Back to the pool to bask in the sun like beached whales. Speaking of which, it is amazing to see people first eat themselves to death, then in a zombie-like state, waddle to the bar to get some beer and then boil themselves to a red lobster-like complexion. 

Around 11 o'clock we take a walk down to the beach. Red flags are up and the current is definitely strong, but further down we find a calmer section, but the waves still provide enough excitement.

Lordy me, that water is warm! However, unless you rent beach chairs and an umbrella, there is no shelter from that brutal sun, so we head back to the resort, planning for a real sea swim tomorrow.

Sun-bake and then lunch around half past one. Again, the food is abundant and good. I'm eating more than usual, but that's because the food is already prepared and paid for. Poolside again, and in the company of a couple of beers while reading yet another brilliant Conn Iggulden novel

It's 38 degrees Celsius! And the humidity eventually caused me to bus' a half hour sleep. Sleeping under the shade of umbrellas and skinny palm trees is a wonderful thing. I hear nothing but the constant calls of cicadas, screaming children and splash bombs in the pool. Ah, resort peace. Cat wakes me up. Apparently she also feels a bit too resort-ful... we don't want to be like 'them'. To Chania Old Town we must go (with the other tourists). Check at the front desk and get directions. 100 meter walk to the bus stop, 30 minutes to Old Town. 

Wow. Talk about the old mixed with the new. A juxtaposition of old and new and ancient building materials, styles and construction, plastered in every direction, with a heavy dose of the usual tourist crap and a Starbucks on the corner.

Lemon Frappacino please! And now for obligatory tourist photos and sampling of some ice cream. 

We were expecting some half diluted mango and lemon ice-cream. The store owner had asked me why I laughed when he said his ice-cream was the best. Isn't everyone's the best? However, he pointedly told and showed us that he was putting the lemon ice cream in the cone first as it was a bit sour, so the mango flavour therefore will be not be affected. 

Well, the man certainly knew his trade; eating that ice cream was like biting into a ripe mango. Guess I shouldn't have laughed. (Can I get some cream with that mango please!)

Head back to the resort after a couple hours. Crowded bus going back and some anxiety because we don't want to miss our stop, but damn, everything looks the same! Luckily some landmarks were imprinted on my brain (Cinema 6D - looking cross-eyed through 3D glasses?), so it didn't really matter that we couldn't make out what they were saying when calling out the stops. 

Shower, dress for dinner, and over-dressed, we enjoy the food on a cool Crete night. Order two Sex on the Beach's, sit by the pool and enjoy the fruit punch. 

 And it's only 10 o'clock! But, it has also been the first full day, and at a resort there is only so much to see and do. So, up to the room for some Swedish TV (channel 4) and shut eye. Tomorrow is another day.