Beginning at 5:30 this morning, today was a fast and furious day of travel. First the drive to the Lanarka airport, then the flight to Athens. Due to some heroic efforts we managed to get off the plane, get through passport control (one more passport stamp), up some escalators, through security control again, and down some escalators just in time to jump onto an airport bus with our belts, shoes, hats, and jackets still in hand, taking us out to the middle of the tarmac where we boarded our plane. Success, in the forty-five minutes we had to make the connection, by walking fast and occasionally on the dead run, we made it. Of course there was no way that our luggage could have made this same connection. We arrived in Heraklion, Crete. And miraculously so did our clothes. Three cheers for the hard working men and women at the Athens airport. Of course now the discussion is whether or not a forty-five minute dash through the Athens airport rises to the level of putting a pin in the map. My position has always been if you haven’t been there for at least two days you really haven’t visited a city. Sandy says “Maybe so, but after running her butt through that airport, she has earned that pin, and by God she’s taking it.”
A quick cab ride to our airport hotel in Heraklion and we were all set. Sandy and I did a quick reconnaissance of the area around the Hotel primarily to find out where we could get some coffee and a crumpet in the morning. That goal accomplished, we returned our sleep deprived bodies to the hotel.
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