Driving to a backwater village, on a tip off, in search of quality local honey and olive oil. It’s not like the East of Crete three years ago, where the honey was easy to find. Endless narrow twisting roads, to what feels like the middle of nowhere. Honey and oil procured, it’s back to the villa, via a brewery. Tortured, as I’ve already had beer and I’m driving, we’ll be back.
Into the pool, to cool off, to clean off the sweat from wandering round Χανιά. Time for a beer. It’s another of those beers you wouldn’t touch with a barge pole back home and to be honest, you shouldn’t touch with a barge pole out here either. It’s sweet, full bodied, with not a shred of bitterness, or refreshment. One to be avoided.