The first Greek town this year, although Scamp does remind me that it’s Crete, not Greece!
We had breakfast in the posh restaurant we ate in last night. Sensible plates of food for once. Then we watched the sail in on a beautiful morning.
With no tours booked, we just watched until the queue for the bus calmed down then walked out and caught the €1.50 bus from Souda, where we were docked, into Chania town. We had to stand for the 15min journey which was a pain in the legs.
It was a bit busy in the town, In fact it was very busy, but it was Saturday and you have to remember that. My watch wasn’t syncing yet with my phone, so I also had to remember to add on an extra two hours to the time.
We walked through the shops, all of which seemed to sell leather goods, but didn’t buy anything. We did go for coffee in a wee cafe in a town square. We walked as far as the harbour and watched the horse drawn carriages going past. We both felt sorry for the horses.
At night we had another posh dinner sat next to a crazy man and his wife. He was telling the steward how he had a machine gun fitted to the front of his mini. He said it kept everyone out of his way. Scamp tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped as if he’d been slapped and shouted “Don’t touch me!” If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was Ray Furminger’s brother. That same kind of sarcastic humour. Great fun was had by all apart from his wife who smiled and shook her head at everything he said.
Dancing at night to music by a girl from the entertainment team. Sitting with two women who were dancers, certainly better than me, but they had the advantage of being sober.
Tomorrow it’s Piraeus
Things we’ll remember:
- The sail in.
- The man with the Barrel Organ.
- Horses pulling two seater gigs in Chania.
- Old church or cathedral. Beautiful, but dark inside.
- Two weans chasing pigeons across the church square.
- Watching the wee fish swimming in the harbour.
- Overcrowded buses, going in to town and returning to Souda.
- Mad Saturday traffic.
- Being served ‘sit down’ breakfast in the posh restaurant.