Frixos apartments in Malia, the party capital of Crete. It was stupid hot. We arrived in the middle of a heatwave were it hadn’t rained for weeks, everything was covered in a layer of dust & sand. I think it got to about 41 degrees on our last day. It was so hot the bar staff were giving out bottles of water to people sunbathing in their garden area. A few of us went off on a skootopia ride, little buggies we drove around the island on an organised tour. It was also the only day it had rained for months, not that it was any cooler, we just got a bit wet driving about.
We stopped in a cave were the tour organisers thought it would be very entertaining to keep going on about how it was the “men’s turn to do the cooking” and the ladies could sit back for a change. I’m not sure they have any idea that a BBQ in a cave isn’t exactly culinary excellence, I was tempted to start julienning the veg and making a quick sauce with the oil and herbs they’d brought along, but instead I just laughed along.
When we got back, me and Sarah realised our mistakes of making that day we chose to wear white tops, they weren’t particularly white when we finished.
Should I mention that Cuss had a happy time sun bathing this holiday, which was in no way influenced by the two topless sunbathers lying 10 feet away from him? No, best not.
I think this was also the holiday we decided to have a go on the sling-shot thing again. This time someone mentioned to me & Sarah, just before we were launched skywards at a million miles an hour, that the only thing keeping us sat in our seats was a particularly flimsy locking bolt, just dropped into a slot in front of us. I didn’t go on one again.
I have a vague memory that Steve I think, walked into a glass door whilst looking at a tattooist in town, and for some reason this vague memory has reminded me of
“Nuns & Pork” – the Greeks seem to see nothing wrong with selling porn next to holiday gifts and children’s toys, so in one of Mailia’s main tourist shops you can find a bucket & spade on a shelf next to copies of the DVD ‘Nuns & Pork’ which I don’t think is a documentary about animal husbandry with mother superior.
