Today we visited two cities that are a study in contrasts. Rethymno is a hip coastal city full of restaurants, cute streets, and tourist shops and of course tourists. It is another beautiful coastal city with a Phoenician fishing port and a stunning waterfront. Anogeia is a rugged mountain town perched on the side of the highest mountain on Crete. It has a couple of shops and restaurants that could be best described as rustic, and very few tourists. It has a tragic history having been destroyed three times in the last 200 years, twice by the Ottomans, and once by the Germans. We thoroughly enjoyed both of them.
We had tried to stay at a campground in Rethymno after we left Chania a few days ago but we couldn’t get in so we had bypassed it. Last night we decided we would take our rental car back down the coast and give the center of town a look. The harbor looks like a smaller version of Chania and is pretty.
Rethymno shines in its old town right behind the port. It is a beautiful maze of small streets full of restaurants, shops and boutique hotels. It is a fun town to just wander around to see what is around the next bend in the street.
Rethymno for some reason was full of French tourists, it was by far the most common non-Greek language being spoken. In fact the town reminded me of some of the French ports we visited in Brittany and in the South of France.
We have been eating out much more on this trip than on any trip we have taken. Partly because we have really enjoyed the food on Crete, (except yesterday), and partly because the meals are relatively inexpensive. After our bad experience yesterday the restaurant in Rethymno more than made up with it with both interesting and excellent food. We really enjoyed our food today.
While we were eating Ton proposed a trip to a mountain village she had read about last night. Anogeia is famous in Crete for being a center of resistance to both the Ottomans when they occupied Crete, and the Germans who occupied it in WWII. It is located in the mountains and hard to approach, so they would give safe haven to fighters. It was such a center of resistance that the Turks, destroyed it twice and the Germans ordered the massacre of all of the men in the town, and the destruction of the town itself in 1944.
We visited the monument to the destruction of the town. The most chilling thing about it was a verbatim translation of the announcement by the Germans, matter of factly stating that they were going to destroy the town and execute all males found within 1km of the center of town, due to the town harboring guerillas and providing intelligence to the British.
As we were walking thru town Ton spotted a small shop making wool placemats and other wool items. She was peaking in the door, when a tiny Greek lady came into the store from the back and waived her in. At that point I knew we were buying something.
The lady was well under 5 ft, and told us she was 85 years old. She took Ton around the shop showing her different things for sale, and demonstrated how she produced the pieces on her loom. She insisted on negotiating and overcame the language barrier by writing her opening price on a piece of paper and then crossing it out, and handing it to me. I made a counter offer that she laughed heartily at and then made me a counteroffer which I accepted. It was fun and she was a character who we thoroughly enjoyed.
By now it was getting late and we had 30 km’s or so of narrow mountain roads to navigate back to François so we returned to Heraklion. While we were gone the wind had come up and the sea was getting rough. It is a big change from the calm conditions we have had since we got here.
