Ordered toothpaste online yesterday. Even though I’m going to the grocery store almost every day I keep forgetting about the toothpaste. It’s the same with olive oil. I need an subscription for that.
Ordered toothpaste online yesterday. Even though I’m going to the grocery store almost every day I keep forgetting about the toothpaste. It’s the same with olive oil. I need an subscription for that.
I think this writing focus thing Twitter is coming seems interesting.
My wife got the flu. I’m waiting for it to hit me and the kids too but so far so good.
This morning I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to go to work.
The Academy of Science in Poland has decided that the cat is one of the invasive species. But that doesn’t effect cats or their owners. It’s strictly science, cats are disturbing the eco system.
Back at it.
I have a friend who used to be a frequent blogger on Blogspot fifteen years ago. I found his blog today and followed some of the links in his blogroll. Two of them had been updated quite recently, several years after the latest post. I liked seeing that.
Summertime at it’s prime in our neighbourhood.
#Stockholm
As originally posted on ndreas.eu. Now also in its full here for the WA community.
We’ve had a very good time. Seven days in the sun of Crete with a lovely apartment in Kalamaki run by a friendly guy named Giannis as our base camp. We’ve had good meals together at different restaurants almost every night and the kids have gone to sleep tired and happy. One week was perfect, one more would have acquired more activities. And the heat, oh my, I’m not built for that. It’s making me tired. But the kids loved it.
Ok, now let’s break things down a bit.
Climbing to Red Beach.
Bunga Bunga.
Small and young. Around 450 people live here all year around. Most of it is built around tourism and the village started to be a village as late as in the 1970’s. But it still has got a sleepy feeling (in a good way), it’s not the place you chose to go to if you want to party all night. And even if it’s got a touristy vibe it’s nothing compared to the northern coastline of Crete where the big hotel compounds are lined up as a long bracelet. The beach is large but rocks are hidden underneath the water so you better be careful. There are to small but sufficient mini markets and a lot of restaurant with decent food and prices. Aristodimos being one of the pricier one but worth every penny.
If you are up for a walk along the water go west for a couple of kilometres and you get to Kommo Beach. Here’s no rocks, just plain sand. Two restaurants are serving cool drinks and proper food (we only tried Bunga Bunga but that was so nice we went there twice), and if you get there early in the day (or hang around for some time) you could get hold of one of the sun beds for 8 euros. If not, be prepared with sunblock or a parasol of your own – and flip flops! The sand is burning!
Red Beach.
The beach in Kalamaki.
The terrace.
The “hidden” Red Beach is also nice but that’s in the village if Matala, a half hour drive from Kalamaki. To get to Red Beach you have to climb a mountain. Most guides says it’s a ten minute walk but I would correct that to being 40 minutes of climbing. It’s very steep and nothing for people with bad balance or bad shoes. My wife slipped and hit her coccyx (she’s alright now) and our kids thought the “walk” was tough and a bit scary even, but they liked the beach. And afterwards we all could talk about it like and adventure and something they wouldn’t do at home. Two small bars are serving drinks and snacks. One of them having a real bad reputation online..
We rented a car for the whole week through Hertz. It was worth paying for a bigger one. We got a Jeep Renegade. The roads are often bad and steep and the driving, well I’m not surprised there’s a lot if traffic deaths in Crete. My best advice: keep a distance and plan your longer drives so you can add an hour to the estimated time from Google maps.
Now I’m wrapping this up with a bunch of photos. When writing this I’m sitting on the floor at Chania international airport and soon it’s time to get on the plane bounding for Stockholm.
#journal #travelling
Just remembered Typehut and my blogging going on there for a couple of days 😄. The service is nice though. Simple.
Woke up at home in Stockholm again. Tomorrow is workday. Isn’t it funny how a trip slips into memory mode almost immediately after it’s over? At this hour yesterday I was driving a Jeep Renegade on steep narrow roads and were about to stop at this little village called Spili to have lunch.
I like Snap.as easy way of creating photo albums.
Landed safe in Stockholm. Now on the night train towards Södermalm. All very tired. It’s been a looong day of travelling.
Went abroad. Wrote a piece about it over at Micro.Blog. Read here if you’re interested. It’s about Crete, Greece.
We’ve had a very good time. Seven days in the sun of Crete with a lovely apartment in Kalamaki run by a friendly guy named Giannis as our base camp. We’ve had good meals together at different restaurants almost every night and the kids have gone to sleep tired and happy. One week was perfect, one more would have acquired more activities. And the heat, oh my, I’m not built for that. It’s making me tired. But the kids loved it.
Ok, now let’s break things down a bit.
Climbing to Red Beach.
Bunga Bunga.
Small and young. Around 450 people live here all year around. Most of it is built around tourism and the village started to be a village as late as in the 1970’s. But it still has got a sleepy feeling (in a good way), it’s not the place you chose to go to if you want to party all night. And even if it’s got a touristy vibe it’s nothing compared to the northern coastline of Crete where the big hotel compounds are lined up as a long bracelet. The beach is large but rocks are hidden underneath the water so you better be careful. There are to small but sufficient mini markets and a lot of restaurant with decent food and prices. Aristodimos being one of the pricier one but worth every penny.
If you are up for a walk along the water go west for a couple of kilometres and you get to Kommo Beach. Here’s no rocks, just plain sand. Two restaurants are serving cool drinks and proper food (we only tried Bunga Bunga but that was so nice we went there twice), and if you get there early in the day (or hang around for some time) you could get hold of one of the sun beds for 8 euros. If not, be prepared with sunblock or a parasol of your own – and flip flops! The sand is burning!
Red Beach.
The beach in Kalamaki.
The terrace.
The “hidden” Red Beach is also nice but that’s in the village if Matala, a half hour drive from Kalamaki. To get to Red Beach you have to climb a mountain. Most guides says it’s a ten minute walk but I would correct that to being 40 minutes of climbing. It’s very steep and nothing for people with bad balance or bad shoes. My wife slipped and hit her coccyx (she’s alright now) and our kids thought the “walk” was tough and a bit scary even, but they liked the beach. And afterwards we all could talk about it like and adventure and something they wouldn’t do at home. Two small bars are serving drinks and snacks. One of them having a real bad reputation online..
We rented a car for the whole week through Hertz. It was worth paying for a bigger one. We got a Jeep Renegade. The roads are often bad and steep and the driving, well I’m not surprised there’s a lot if traffic deaths in Crete. My best advice: keep a distance and plan your longer drives so you can add an hour to the estimated time from Google maps.
Now I’m wrapping this up with a bunch of photos. When writing this I’m sitting on the floor at Chania international airport and soon it’s time to get on the plane bounding for Stockholm.
I have 5G at the airport of Chania. Good.
We saw turtles. We had Greek salad, halloumi with tomato and honey, spaghetti in tomato sauce with sea food and ice coffee for lunch at Bunga Bunga.
We walked there.
The weather perfect.
The paint bleached by wind and sunshine.
We got some sun beds after a while
The kids played in the waves for literally four hours.
Tomorrow we’re leaving for Stockholm.
Journalism is necessary for democracy. And it’s task is not to tell the right things, it’s task is to ask questions and make the right people answer them.
When the turtle’s eggs is starting to move.
Det går vita gäss på havet nedanför den lilla samlingen stenvillor. Elledningarna svajar, solmadrasserna surrade i sina träbottnar på terrassen.
Jag tar en klunk av iskaffet, mandelmjölken fanns på närmsta minimarket. Där fanns också feta på lösvikt. Äggen plockade jag i en plastpåse ur kylen, ett tjog, och vid kassan några apelsiner. Lite bubbliga och gröna i skalet men smaken sötare än någon jag tidigare smakat. Cikadorna lyckas överrösta vinden även idag.
Ena nyckelknippan försvann igår. Vi upptäckte det på kvällen. Den låg i ena ryggsäcken när vi var på stranden. Jag sprang tillbaka till platsen vi varit på, några kilometer bort. Det hann bli mörkt men solstolarna låg kvar i samma position som när vi lämnat dem. Jag krafsade i sanden under ljuset från mobilen, andfådd och irriterad. Gav upp och började promenaden tillbaka.
Familjen hade hunnit äta klart när jag nådde restaurangen. Beställde in musslor och en stor öl, de övriga villiga att vänta. Vi kalkylerade över priset det skulle kosta oss att ersätta förlusten, och när vi skulle komma med den dåliga nyheten. Redan ikväll eller först imorgon? När vi betalade dök den upp, knippan låg i myntfacket i H:s plånbok. Säkrad för vind och barnhänder och sedan bortglömd.
Lättade gick vi hem i natten.
AJ
Visited the ancient palace of Knossos yesterday. It is a very low key museum. I would say it isn’t about what you get to see, it’s about what you can imagine it all must have been like in its prime.
Went to see Knossos. I want to see how it would have looked like back then, during its most golden days.
