Photo by on Jenny stayed in her room for a second day. Falling asleep in the sun had turned her skin from porcelain to puce. No fun for me, a whole other burning issue for her.I was bored.I left Jenny covered in balm and trying to get comfortable for a much needed sleep. I sauntered into town, wandered past the food shacks, tattoo parlours, tat shops and bars.Did I mention I was bored?I sat on the beach until my skin tingled. I didn’t want to end up like Jenny, so I retraced my steps. A swarm of mopeds buzzed by. My adventurous nature gripped my sensible head and put it in a stranglehold.An hour later, I was zipping out of town on a 50cc sewing machine heading towards Chania.Crete is hot and dry and crusty, like burnt bacon. I stopped at a beach bar, sat on a blue chair at a blue table with a blue tablecloth, drank a gallon of water and looked out to the blue sea. Sunbathers stretched on loungers and towels busy being not busy.
I wished I’d brought my Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Chania and its 14th-century venetian harbour seemed to get further away. I buzzed the coastal road for two hours and…
