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Again, while it didn't look too far on the map, the drive
from Agia Galini to Matala turned out to take much longer than
we'd imagined.
See, it doesn't look far, right? Looking at the map we figured
it would only be a half an hour, but because of the windy coastal
roads, took us almost 90 minutes!
We parked the car and managed to get out on the beach with
about fifteen minutes to spare before sunset. Matala is best
known for the caves you see in the limestone rock in the background.
All the caves were carved in the rocks by the Romans and were
used as a cemetery! In the late 1960s, a bunch of hippies found
them and for two years the caves caves
became a commune (Joni Mitchell actually spent six months here
living in one of the caves). More and more hippies kept coming
until the local authorities got fed up and kicked all of their
dirty, patchouli-smelling asses the fuck off the beach. ("Take
your guitar and MOVE IT, Harpo! Now!"). Boo-yah!
Now the caves
are a gated tourist attraction that you have to pay
to be guided through. By the time we got there, the gates were
closed so we weren't able to go up in them and explore. Fucking
hippies. Always ruining it for everyone.
The beginning of sunset.
We took a few pics of us on the beach...which quickly gave way to...
...yet another photo-sesh in which Fatty tried to capture the perfect
JDate photo. Here's the Hasselhoff
Seriously, check it. From the hair right down to the glasses, he's
got it down! Even the man himself gives Fatty a "thumbs up" for his
flawless impression.
After perfecting David, it was time for him to work on his Pamela.
Hahahahaha.
Here's Chris demonstrating how engorged he became watching Fatty
writhe around in the sand.
Chris on a rock.
Chris and Grant on a rock.
Me doing a Sweep the Leg Johnny Crane kick on the rock.
Me jumping off the rock.
When Fatty showed me the great mid-air picture he captured of me
jumping of the rock, we decided we needed a picture of EVERYONE jumping
off
the rock. So without further ado, here we go!
Fatty jumping off the rock.
Grant jumping off the rock.
Chris jumping off the rock (and getting bonus points for coldlamping
mid-air Thrasher magazine style, circa 1984).
If you thought you loved the original, wait until you get a load of the sequel:
Grant
jumping
off
the
rock, PART II!
Dah-dah-dorks!
After the rock jumping photo session, Grant asked if I'd take some
Bay Watchesque portraits of him.
But after the first pic, Grant turned around and gave a Randy "The
Macho Man" Savage-style FLEX DOWN! Hahhahaha.
(Oh, and here's a lil' treat! It's the hi-res,
large
version for
all you Grant fans out there (mostly dudes, I'm assuming)
who are looking for a little "Beefcake
Stoddard" desktop wallpaper action.)
Yo, that Bay Watch shit was corny. But I wasn't about to be left
out of a WWF FLEX
DOWN!
The nearby village at dusk.
Afterwards, we emptied our shoes, got some ice cream in the nearby
town and then hopped in the car to head back to Rethymnon. I don't
have any pics of the ride home, but we ended up getting totally and
hopelessly lost on the way back to the highway. We got stuck on lightless
mountain roads and almost drove off a cliff when we tried to make a
u-turn.
Three and a half (car sickness-inducing) hours later, we finally made
it back to Rethymnon. We got back to our porch and were greeted by
these two awesome stray cats. (Cretans really like cats and so there
are stray cats all over the place that will come up to you and hang
out for a while because they want to be fed and petted). So we gave
them some milk.
And took pictures with them. Here's the big one getting a little behind
the ear scratchy scratchy.
And here's Fatty accidentally taking the two worst pictures ever of
himself.
Hahahaha. This is definitely NOT JDate photo material.
After a light dinner at home, we were still feeling carsick from the
overly bumpy (and long) ride home. We decided to take it easy at the
condo. We even managed to find a delicious granola snack that described
our photoshoots earlier on in the day.
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