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Sunday morning we got up early and decided to hop in
the car and drive down to the south side of the island to check
out two beaches: Aglia Galini (pronounced Ah-yah Guh-LEEny) and
Matala.
Here's us bright and early out on our front porch enjoying a
breakfast of Greek yogurt and granola. Mmmmmmmm. (ps - what's
up, busted dudes in the morning?)
With the Fatty at the wheel, we hit the road.
As the crow flies, Agia Galini isn't far from Rethymnon.
However, Crete is crazy mountainous in the middle and what we
figured would be a 45 minute drive, turned
into a hour and
forty-five minute epic.
At one point, we were driving with the windows down laughing
and talking and all of sudden a pack of (incredibly loud) motorcyles
screamed past us doing well over 130 MPH. I managed to get my
camera out in time to catch the tail end of the last rider as
he sped past us.
Ah! We made it! The elusive southern shore of Crete!
More pics from the car as we followed the windy road down the
mountains through town...
...and eventually to a parking lot right next to the gravel-sand
beach of Aglia Galini.
We gathered up our beach stuff and headed across the inlet over
to a deserted part of the beach.
Where we proceeded to throw down group beach coldlamps, awww
yeah. Check out all the rocks on the beach. The waves there made
the craziest sound. Each time the water washed out back towards
to ocean, it would drag all of the smaller rocks across the larger
rocks on the bottom and make this bizarre, underwater rumbling
noise. After a quick swim, we laid down to dry off in the sun
and were all quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water.
Fatty's artsy depth-of-field picutre of the nearby town taken
over a rock on the beach.
After our busy day of swimming and napping, we headed over to
one of the nearby beach restaurants for some lunch. Chris and
me.
Grant and The Fatty.
Seriously, what's better than lunch in Crete? Check out the apps:
Two Greek salads, Spanakopita (flaky Greek phyllo dough filled
with spinach and feta), and tzatziki (which is yogurt with olive
oil, dill and more garlic that you've ever tasted in anything
before ever). Soooooo fucking tasty. Holy shit, I almost just
drooled on myself captioning this picture.
And for one of the main courses: Fresh octipi! Tenticliscous!
Fatty taking a self-portrait of his puffy beach-hair Jew-fro.
Suh-weet!
Just in case you were wondering where Grant scored that hat.
After lunch, we packed up our gear and headed to the car so we
could check out the beach over at Matala before sunset.
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