There are times in life when you have to push through in order to find something amazing.
The husband and I had a push through moment the night after our amazing hike of the Samaria Gorge.
We were hot. We were tired. We were in pain. We were dirty as hell. And we were hungry.
We got back to Chania, the nice little city where we were staying about an hour from the gorge.
It was like nine at night by then. As we limped our way back toward the hotel, we searched for food. Some restaurants were too nice for us to go in as filthy as we were. Some didn’t have any food allergy-ridden me could actually eat. The grocery store had no pre-made food to be found. It was rough.
I wanted to go to the old town, but it was a long walk away and we were so dirty.
We finally found a mom and pop place that didn’t have any food left, but they had some advice: just head toward old town and you’ll find something to eat.
It was one of those moments in travel when you have to choose between a Cliff Bar and Sleep or good food and fatigue.
We headed toward old town. That part of Chania is surrounded by an old stone wall, so we had to cut back to go over to loop down. It was a whole thing. We made it to old town, and the first thing we saw was a restaurant in the middle of the street.
The owner came up to us with a menu (completely ignoring the massive amount of trail dust we were covered in). He told us there would be live music and that we should have some of his homemade raki.
—If you’ve never had raki, it’s like a less burning version of vodka—
We said we loved raki, so we’d have a look around and come back.
He blinked at us like we were crazy and said, “You like raki? Two shots of raki for my friends!”
The bartender gave the owner side eye and then poured three shots. Out of a coke bottle. This was like bathtub raki, but it was super good.
We promised to go back (the dinner portion of the evening will be the next blog, I promise), and we headed further into Old Town.
Apparently, I hadn’t been clear enough when telling the husband I wanted to go to Old Town. He thought I wanted to hobble to a ruin. Old Town is actually like a mini Venetian port.
There are shops, art galleries, and fancy restaurants. The lights glint off the water at night, and music floods the air.
And… we were still filthy and didn’t want to bring our nasty selves into anywhere too snobby, because no one who hiked for nine hours wants to be judged for not wearing makeup.
So we headed back up for more raki.
To be continued… with shots…