We're back! Last week, we travelled to Greece, revisiting the country's largest island, Crete. We stayed in Chania, one of the longest continually habitated cities in the world and regarded by the island's residents as the spiritual capital even though the title was passed over to Heraklion in 1971. This was to be our eleventh trip to Greece and Tony's first, it was Jon's second visit to Crete & my third.
Our flight landed at 9pm on Tuesday and, with Chania only a short hop away, we'd checked into our rooms, dumped our bags and were tucking into mezes washed down with Mythos on the harbour less than forty minutes later. After years of long-haul travel & the subsequent jet lag and exhaustion, a four hour flight across Europe is an absolute breeze and, after a couple more beers in another harbour bar, we were amazed to discover that it was gone 1am.
Cretan salad isn't to be confused with Greek salad, in addition to tomatoes, peppers, olives, onions and cucumbers it also includes dakos (rusks soaked in tomato sauce), capers and, instead of Feta, it is topped with tangy mizithra - freshly-made ewes milk cheese.
Next stop was a visit to The National Football Museum, which consistently wins Trip Advisor's prestigious Travellers Choice Award. Admission is free and the young guide an absolute joy, his passion for football really shining through. We gasped at seeing shirts worn and signed by legends such as Pele, Johan Cruyff and Maradona but the pinnacle of the trip for the boys was being allowed to handle the actual European Cup, won by Greece in 2004 (and possibly the closest any Englishman has ever got to it!)
After a few beers in Mammoth, a hip and happening rock bar which specialised in playing bands from Birmingham and the Black Country (Led Zep, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest) - they must have known we were coming - we ate at the bombed out ruin To Adespoto, one of the locations where The Two Faces of January, the Hollywood movie based on Patricia Highsmith's novel, was filmed.