Day 329: A temple in the sky to climb up to

Adrian and I booked a holiday to Crete. I think we tried to get a few more people interested, but it ended up with just the two of us going. We got a special deal whereby we knew we were going to Crete, but didn't know whereabouts in Crete it would be. We tried to get an even more special deal whereby we wouldn't even know what country we would be going to, but they wouldn't let us as we would have been able to find out what country it was once they gave us the flight number.
We arrived at the airport and got onto a coach. It drove around for a bit and then dropped us off outside a hotel. It was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It had a shop next door a beach over the road and an oil refinery on the beach. About 10 to 15 minutes walk down the road there was a restaurant. It was all a long time ago so the following will be full of inaccuracies, but rather than speculate I will tell it as I think it happened:
- On the first day we went swimming in the sea which was rather rough. We swam out a little way and then tried to swim back to shore. It took about 3 minutes to swim out and about and hour or so to swim back. The first one back had to help the other to make the final bit. We were completely exhausted.
- It didnt take us long to spot a couple of very fine looking German girls so we hung around a bit near them in the hope we might be able to get chatting with them, but our hopes were dashed when one night walking back from the restaurant we saw them walking together hand in hand.
- One day we rented a moped, only they had run out of mopeds so we rented a motor bike instead (Adrian tried to negotiate us getting it for the same price as a moped would have been). We took it in turns to drive and went to visit the palace at knossos which was half way around the island. We had a real laugh walking around that place and taking amusing photos.
- On the way back from Knossos we saw a dead bulldog in the road. It was upside down with its legs sticking straight up the air and it looked like it had been inflated to quite a high pressure.
- We sent a few postcards to people that were hilarious, or at least we thought they were (can't remember what we put in them though).
- Adrian took a photo of me by the water and I had my special swimming trunks on.
- I decided I wanted to by some local cigarettes (because I always think it is cool to get things that you can't get back home). I went up to the kiosk and said please can I have some Greek cigarettes. They didn't speak god English and wanted more info from me. I said I want a mild sort of local cigarette. They perked up at this point and presented me with a packet of cigarettes proadly baring the name "Milde Sorte".
Needless to say they tasted foul. I ended up smoking HB soft pack for the remainder of the holiday. They were cool for the following reasons:
1. you couldn't get them back home
2. they were in a soft pack
3. they actually tasted pretty good
and of course all this meant I was pretty cool too. (..and to all you kiddies out there "Smoking is not good and not cool. It used to be cool when I smoked, but it stopped being cool around 10 years ago when I gave up". So don't try it at home.)

The rest of the holiday remains a mystery. I can't even remember what the inside of my room looked like or whether we had seperate rooms or shared.