From Iraklio we hit the track again for an eventful two (or was it three?) days walking, cruising through olive groves, vineyards and quintessential Cretan villages. I can't think of any particularly striking events... but it was terribly bromantic.


So we got to the top, well tired and proud of ourselves. Cam had the brilliant idea of getting naked and taking photos... seen as it was only us (a Swiss guy and 8 Germans 20mins behind), I figured why not. I have some tasteful pictures which I will refrain from publishing, although I am sure they will boost my rating significantly... on the other hand... sorry mum:

Down a tricky rocky section, singing some songs we composed. Next day we started out in overcast weather which quickly turned into a downpour. We hitchhiked with a local who seemed to stop to pick up a snail from the road and as an afterthought put us on the back of his truck. We eventually arrived in Rethymno for 4 days to ride out the storm (well, unseasonable rain). The hostel was fantastic, although there was a bakery, a souvlaki shop, a cafe with pastry treats and a roving donut man who always smiled at me blocking my path to the Internet cafe so I was unable to blog... oh the humanity.
Good times in Rethymno at a hostel, destroyed a yellow banana boat with the Allies (ie, a pom and a yank). Also went to a Greek basketball game, boy they were passionate fans! The players were alright... I think I was well taller than most of them.
From there we got back on the track towards the ominous WHITE MOUNTAINS...

... which allied with the bad weather defeated us. So we are making our way a long the coast instead. A whole lot easier.
