The Rambling Writer Returns to Crete, Part 4: South Coast Memories

Another flashback to my hippie backpacking days on Crete, camping and exploring the rugged south coast.

NOTE: Of course, Thor and I had to make another trip to Greece, as he’s fallen as much in love with the islands as I am. This time, in addition to other island-hopping, I wanted to return to Crete after 37 years. My first months-long trip was as a hippie backpacker, camping in the ruins and falling under the spell of the mysterious, vanished Minoan culture. This time, I got to introduce Thor to “glorious Kriti” and research more settings for my novel-in-progress, THE ARIADNE DISCONNECT. This new blog series started October 19, 2019, and will continue every Saturday.

“The best laid plans of mice and (wo)men….” In last week’s post, I promised photos and stories of Thor’s and my arrival in South Crete, but alas my computer decided otherwise. Remember when we actually believed that computers were going to be as friendly as the “Star Trek” cheerily helpful, all-knowing AI? My newish computer keeps throwing nasty surprises in my path, eating up way too much time and energy to address, so today we’re going to revisit another rough-and-ready episode from my early days on Crete. Tighten your backpack straps and join me!

After arriving by overnight ferry on the north coast of Crete, my partner Jim and I had followed a winding thread across the mountainous island, involving some rattletrap bus rides, cheerful misdirections, and a 3-hour stumble in the deepening dusk down a rocky cliffside trail carrying a heavy backpack. We were heading toward a remote cove and the tiny settlement of Loutro, accessible only by this cliff trail or boat.

More than a journey through the rugged Cretan landscape, we’d been taking a trip through time—way back to the Minoans or Keftiu, the later Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, Saracen pirates, Venetians, and Turks, and finally the World War II German invasion only an eyeblink earlier in history. We set up camp on the rocky shore above the ruins of what was revealed the next morning to be Venetian fortifications….

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The Rambling Writer Returns to Crete, Part 4: South Coast Memories — 4 Comments

  1. What a charming retrospective! I totally get the heightened mood of your twenty-something self–I wrote similar things when I wandered around ancient bits of Europe at age 20 and 21. That exalted mood.

    I love those goats perched on the vertical rock.

    Re the epithets, if you were the one carrying that load, you should have been Sara the Hard(y). Unless Jim had one equal in size!

    • Thanks, Sherwood. I do miss that “heightened mood” of youth these days, though travel still gets me revved. Yes, Jim’s pack was also huge. They were our “houses” for months, plus added snorkeling gear, etc. We did end up sending some stuff home, but they were still heavy.

  2. I kind of miss being in a foreign land and camping where you find a flat space. Waking up among the locals and eating ….(pineapple, mango, fig, olive, fill in the blank).

    • Yes, Thor, obviously I’m feeling nostalgic! Just glad that you and I are enjoying our own kind of adventures these days. And that you’re happy to have a wife who had life adventures before you came along.

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