We're back and what a fantastic whirlwind break. I think we both need a holiday to recover from our holiday! Since there is far too much for one blog post, I'm going to split our adventures into a few, maybe more, parts. So here is part one...
We set off at for Greece on Sunday evening the first of July and we nearly didn't make the airport because of my antics. Firstly, I decided that it would be an excellent idea to go for a 23 km training run in the morning before flying out in the evening. As if this wasn't a bad enough idea, I then followed this with a large feed of bacon and eggs and then not feeling suffuciently full or hydrated, I decided to wolf down a super smoothie (banana, blueberries, yoghurt, milk and protein powder). For about 1-2 hours after I was feeling greet, not unusual after having run so far. Then things got ugly, a real bad headache started to emerge and I started to feel very queasy - all this about 2 hours before we were due to be picked up to go to the airport. I had to lie down and Asia had to pack my luggage for me. I continued to feel sicker and I became certain that sooner or later I was going to vomit, the super smoothie, bacon and egg mixture was really starting to disagree with my stomach. So about 30 mins before our imminent departure I rushed to the loo and vomited for the first of three times before the taxi arrived. Nothing however was going to stop me from getting on that plane, although I admit 22 hours in a cramped plane not feeling the best wasn't a prospect I was looking forward to. However, the whole time I knew this wasn't a bug and just a combination of exhaustion and eating the wrong food. I wasn't done with vomiting at home though, no sooner had the taxi left and the motion had me feeling queasy again. I asked the guy to pull over and very graciously, just like a 4am drunk, I stumbled out of the cab and puked the remainder of my insides out into a gutter on Mt Alexander Road - the poor taxi driver didn't know what to think! The final vomit though had done the trick and I immediately felt better and within 30 mins was feeling pretty much 100% - we were finally going to Greece and we had two weeks of sun, sand and swimming to look forward to.
The trip over was just your usual uneventful 22 hour plane ride - although I have to say the Emirates service and food was fantastic. We arrived in Athens at about 2pm in the avo and were immediately hit by the heat. We managed to negotiate the metro system with only two fights, and before you new it we were on the overnight ferry bound for Iraklio, Crete. We decided that the extra money for a cabin was worth it and pretty much slept the whole journey (9 hours). The shot below is of a surprisingly fresh looking Asia as our ferry comes into the harbour at Iraklio.
We set off at for Greece on Sunday evening the first of July and we nearly didn't make the airport because of my antics. Firstly, I decided that it would be an excellent idea to go for a 23 km training run in the morning before flying out in the evening. As if this wasn't a bad enough idea, I then followed this with a large feed of bacon and eggs and then not feeling suffuciently full or hydrated, I decided to wolf down a super smoothie (banana, blueberries, yoghurt, milk and protein powder). For about 1-2 hours after I was feeling greet, not unusual after having run so far. Then things got ugly, a real bad headache started to emerge and I started to feel very queasy - all this about 2 hours before we were due to be picked up to go to the airport. I had to lie down and Asia had to pack my luggage for me. I continued to feel sicker and I became certain that sooner or later I was going to vomit, the super smoothie, bacon and egg mixture was really starting to disagree with my stomach. So about 30 mins before our imminent departure I rushed to the loo and vomited for the first of three times before the taxi arrived. Nothing however was going to stop me from getting on that plane, although I admit 22 hours in a cramped plane not feeling the best wasn't a prospect I was looking forward to. However, the whole time I knew this wasn't a bug and just a combination of exhaustion and eating the wrong food. I wasn't done with vomiting at home though, no sooner had the taxi left and the motion had me feeling queasy again. I asked the guy to pull over and very graciously, just like a 4am drunk, I stumbled out of the cab and puked the remainder of my insides out into a gutter on Mt Alexander Road - the poor taxi driver didn't know what to think! The final vomit though had done the trick and I immediately felt better and within 30 mins was feeling pretty much 100% - we were finally going to Greece and we had two weeks of sun, sand and swimming to look forward to.
The trip over was just your usual uneventful 22 hour plane ride - although I have to say the Emirates service and food was fantastic. We arrived in Athens at about 2pm in the avo and were immediately hit by the heat. We managed to negotiate the metro system with only two fights, and before you new it we were on the overnight ferry bound for Iraklio, Crete. We decided that the extra money for a cabin was worth it and pretty much slept the whole journey (9 hours). The shot below is of a surprisingly fresh looking Asia as our ferry comes into the harbour at Iraklio.
Luca and Brendan were kind enough to pick us up from the port and taxied us back to our accomodation, about 10 km from the centre of Iraklio. The shots below are of the next couple of days, me at Knossos (some ancient ruins from the Minoan civilisation pre BC), Asia and Brendan at a 'Taverna' on a beach on the south coast of Crete and a shot of the beautiful and mostly tourist free beach just in front of the taverna.
Okay that's about my typing limit for now, more to come over the next few days...
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