Greece Day 12 Chania / Heraklion

This morning started off as a bit of downer not knowing the condition of Theo Nick, Dad myself Chris and Basil head down for breakfast where Tellie and Efthemi would meet half and hour later. Voula still being in transit we hadn't heard anything as yet, so a bit of discussion and then a plan was put down for the day.

Lets start by giving the history lesson, Chania was built firstly by the Byzantine people and then was demolished and rebuilt by the Italians (Venetians ) and what a job they did, you think that you were in Venice, these beautiful built lime stone walls against that never ending turquoise blue of the sky and sea    ( I am not copying this stuff out of the lonely planet either - if you are going to compare it should be the gourmet traveller - I'm just saying!!!) any way we stroll along these ancient walkways of merchants and shipwrights taking in some the stunning features of Old Chania Town I come across something I have always suspected ( this will only mean something to the people who knows my very good friend Vincenze Leone from Abbruzzo in  Italy ) Vincenze as I suspected, you are Greek and I have proof (you also own land (island) a goat and a Donkey you've gone halves with me congratulations ) see the photo below. We sit down and have a coffee and watch as the yachts go by out to the regatta that is about to start what an absolute gorgeous place, another must see place whilst visiting Greece, soon after our coffee we get a call form Voula she made it to the hospital Theo Nick is doing well not in pain has a fractured arm which is in plaster and is getting a pin put in his hip on Wednesday, he wont be as mobile as he has been but its better than the alternative, a new hip which at his age would take a lot of rehabilitation, so thank you all for those that said a little prayer for him.

Jack how many do you think we could get on there 

See Vincenze you are Greek

So Tellie, Efthemi  and the rest of us feeling much better about the news we head off to see a War memorial for when the Greeks
defeated the Turks back in the 1920's lovely place great view of the Venetian Harbour. Dad being a stirrer said that felt uncomfortable being in place that commemorates the defeat of his Turkish ancestors ( Mum his all yours in 4 days, not that I'm counting ) as always he gets Chrissy every time with out fail ( only if we could catch fish as easy ). We then move on to the Commonwealth War Memorial in Suda Bay, well what overwhelming beutiful place where our very young are laid to rest, to give us the freedoms we have today. Just walking through that cemetery and seeing name after name and all the ages ranging from about 18 to 25 they really were just kids, it is a fitting place for there souls as it is in a very  tranquil place on the end of a quite bay, Lest We Forget .

From Suda Bay we head straight up in to the mountains through Orange, Olive Groves and Vineyards which keep going on for ever, I have never seen so many Olive trees in my life, Crete is known for its full flavoured Extra Virgin Olive Oil being the best in the world and believe me I agree with my fellow food critics. Our destination is a Monastery high on the mountains, well when the old man heard that, he said you know i don't eat fish or look at Monasteries or go to beaches ( bugger the snapper give me a sword fish to slap him with- 4 days mum). Well we arrive at the Arkadi monastery, what an amazing place. This Monastery saw a lot of action between the Greeks and the Turks but now is a place of  reflection and quite. This Monastery is 800 years old and I still operational.

So if you get the chance to come to Crete put that on your list because about 25 mins down a road you would think only Yanni and Spiro would happy on, you come across a gastronomical gem this tiny little taverna called  Giannousaki in the village of Margarites, well the lady there showed me and Chrissy how to make goat and sheeps milk cheese which we had a plate of with bread and salt OMG ( mum remember this one ) it tasted like warm ricotta out of this world. Thats where it started she also taught me and Dad how to make Raki (greek grappa ) from there we sat down for what you would call traditional Greek peasant food, home made bread, 3 types of cheeses, salad, potatas, shallow fried pitas with spinach and wild greens, tzatziki, souvalaki and the list could go on, this lady was a champion she was making cheese, wine, Raki and all this food at the same time. At the end of the meal she brought over a little bottle of Raki that was warm form only coming out of the still minutes before, you can ask my father in law ,I'm not a fan of home made or brought stuff for that matter but i don't know if it was the whole experience or what it was. This Raki  is smooth and very drinkable so not be rude I asked her if i could buy a bottle, without hesitation she ran inside filled up a 1.5 litre bottle and handed it to me I was waiting to get slugged then she says 8 euros please $10 Aussie bucks that is seriously cheap, now I have to find some glass bottles to put it in to bring home. We leave there and head back to Heraklion where Tellie and Efthemi drops us off and tells us to be ready at 9pm for Baclava ( mum book dad in for syrup detox) I go up to the roof top bar to write this in sensational surrounds, Basil comes up and gets me we head off for some more syrupy goodness, I know what your are thinking as that al they do is bloody eat , well sort of.
Good night speak to you soon.