In Crete – Day 1

A young lady is now at the reception of the hotel. After check out, she advises us on good brunch places and kindly allows us to leave the car at the front parking, where she can keep an eye on it.

We bid farewell to a Venus de Milo replica, standing on a granite pedestal in the hall of the old-fashioned hotel. We exit to the warm and cloudy morning atmosphere. We face last night’s seascape, more detailed under the light of the day, where bathers are enjoying themselves in the water of Nea Chora beach. We stop at a café, where we can appreciate the scenery surrounded by two palm trees.

Breakfast tea, deliberations with the English-speaking waitress on how to order scrambled eggs (the closest match is called ‘strapatsada’ and contains tomato) and gradually we transition to a Greek and Cretan menu with home-made tzatziki and ntakos. Ntakos is oregano flavoured crumbled white cheese and tomatoes on soaked dried bread, which J. discovers she likes. At the end, two shots of tsikoudia, an aromatic local tipple, were offered and pleasingly consumed.

The seafront promenade which we resume our walk along, has a magical peaceful vibe. There are many cats, basking in front of the tamarisk trees, sitting on wooden chairs or keeping watch behind the corners. We joke, ‘a Cretan surveillance network!’. They are beautiful, and appear as if they amplify this calmness and stillness of the air. We sit at the edge of a park, with legs dangling over rocks in front of the Cretan sea. We climb on the leaning tamarisks, we absorb as much as we can.

Community shrine under the tamarisk trees

A shower forces us to shelter under a bus stop. Having passed the Venetian walls and being within the Chania Old Town, we decide that after a short stop and first introduction to the Venetian port, we’ll visit the Folklore Museum (‘Laografiko mouseio’). The museum is interesting and quirky. We love the laces display – the artist herself is intricately weaving the white cotton threads within the premises – and the Cretan poems on the walls. We also visit two churches, one Catholic and one Greek Orthodox – J.’s first ever visit to a Greek Orthodox church.

A supermarket visit and an evening drive on the slightly precarious Cretan roads lead us to the village on a slope above Kissamos, where we are staying for the rest of the holiday. Our hosts, an elderly couple, Y. and T., are eagerly waiting us at the front yard under the grapevine. “Yassas”, “ti kanete”, smiles, awkward silence – it is clear that I have to do some interpretation in the following days, which I don’t mind. After settling in the spacious villa, I drop off to a peaceful sleep, dreaming of cats, when outside there are claps of thunder.

In Crete – Day 0

October 2022,

“There’s a smell in the air”, says J. exiting the door of the plane.

I don’t have a strong sense of smell and currently trying to avoid negative thoughts about bin worker’s strikes. “The air is aromatic, but I cannot tell from what!”, she says.

After half an hour wait at the passport queue, we exit into the warm Chania night – time is almost midnight. “What are those bushes?”, she points forward. “Ah, oregano. That’s it! Your country smells of oregano and thyme, brilliant.”

The car hire guy is waiting patiently outside his booth and showing us how to bypass the fence – we accidentally arrived from the back side. He makes a good impression to J. “Polite and smiling. My first encounter with a Greek in Greece.” While handing over the car keys he warns us: “It is prohibited to use the car off-road. I will notice it, if you do.” We nod we understand and start.

The drive to Nea Chora suburb of Chania is easy, through bushy slopes. The young hotel receptionist instructs us where to park and wearily hands us the key to the room. The air in the room is a bit stagnant. J. states her interest to see the beach before she sleeps. So, even though it’s 2am, we decide to walk to the coast which is only three blocks away.

“Where are we?”. A few hours before we were watching from the train the cool undulating landscape and orderly cottages of Surrey, on the way to Gatwick. Now, we observe a vast sea, which begins at the edge of soft sand we squeeze under our feet, is disrupted by a row of rocks that jut out like teeth and reaches the faint outlines of peninsulas, indiscernible in number. The Mediterranean. Greece! A cluster of cats, munching outside a closed fish-tavern, provides extra confirmation. J. strokes a cat – we adore cats.

After many years, I return to Greece for tourism and not to see my family. 15 years since my last visit to Crete and J.’s first time in Greece. A special trip.

We aim for some autumn sun, and get to know the Cretan people and their island. What Crete had in store, we didn’t know. Some of it we couldn’t imagine either.

Diving Greece’s first underwater museum

410 BCE. The Athenian merchant ship, 30 m. in length, sailed off the port of Ikos island (modern Alonnisos). The hold was full of wine, from Chalkidiki peninsula and Sporades islands, along with drinking vessels and other paraphernalia. The wine of these regions was in demand everywhere in the Mediterranean and the Black Sea. However, the economic crisis, brought about by the Peloponnesian war between Athens and Sparta, forced the owner to load more cargo than usual. It was a stormy night. Disaster was inevitable.

The straight between Alonnisos and nearby islet Peristera

Modern day. Training started a few days before. Together with G. from Athens we needed to upgrade our diving licence from maximum depth of 18 meters to 30 meters, since the shipwreck was lying in -28 meters. Training was organised by South African lady M., the manager of the local diving centre, and contained a ‘search and recovery’ dive. The instructor K. from Thessaloniki, who now lives locally, chose a special task for us: To retrieve the pots of a British artist, placed in the water a year earlier to test the effect of the sea on them.

A few Roman amphorae lying on the see floor, surrounded by seashells opening and closing, gave to K. the location of the hiding place. Inside the crevices of the reef we spotted a basket containing the artist’s vessels. K. tied a balloon to the wire basket and blew inside a small quantity of air from his mouthpiece. Just enough to control it the way back to the surface and the boat, a task that fell upon me and G.

G. is an old diver, but having a break in recent years and keeping in touch only through his job. He is a ship inspector, supervising the divers fixing and carrying things underwater. This time it was his turn. The basket with the pots changed hands, as we had to monitor our depth and oxygen levels and also for rocks appearing on the bottom while keeping our buoyancy. The pots where in a fragile balance of breaking and bitterly disappointing the artist. K. was also aware of the water police, who he had confronted last time and had to reassure them that the vessels where only 1 year old. All went good this time.

Day of the dive. A. an underwater archaeologist briefed us at the diving centre. Consequently, the speed boat headed to the islet of Peristera, where the remains of the ancient ship were found. The remains today are the amphorae that carried the wine and the ballast of the ship. We spit in two groups and entered the water under the gaze of the ship dog. My group included K., G. and G. an Italian with a family history on the island – Italians have a multi-decade love affair with the island and diving. First, was the vertical dive to minus 18 meters following the buoy rope. Following, two turns around the wreck stopping at information points.

The amphorae were of two types, depending on their origin, and in three different layers. Some of them clustered together in small islands, with signs of the excavation trenches and random rocks from the ship’s ballast in the middle. These leftovers from the past had new residents. Curious groupers were stopping between the islands. A moray eel was manoeuvring inside the cracks, while an inky black head popped out of an amphora claiming without doubt that ‘this is my home’ – it was another eel. The second time around we stopped to see the profile of the wreck: protruding vessels created a ‘lost Atlantis’ picture. We subsequently went up a level to stare from above. A school of larger fish, amberjacks – or ‘manalia’ as the locals call them – started circling around us. ‘They are curious with people’ said K. after the dive. The second group of divers reported the sighting of a large ray. Diving was over and it was a blast.

The underwater archaeological site of Peristera is open to the public starting summer 2020. A diving licence that covers 28 meters depth is necessary and the archaeologists are strict about this. You book a diving slot that lasts for about 2 hours, including the briefing and getting to the diving spot. For more info contact local diving centre: http://www.ikiondiving.gr/.

Finally, in this website: https://nous.com.gr there is live picture from the site from an underwater camera. Sometimes you can see the divers.

Images with Ikion logo courtesy of Ikion diving.