13 June 2013 | 35 16.8N 25 44.4E
My friend Jeni and my cousin Pauline arrived last Sunday to spend a week with us, bearing gifts of course including ginger biscuits, Typhoo tea bags and champagne to christen Matilda with when the new lettering goes on. It was beautifully hot and the sky was blue. Just how you want it to be when friends arrive from a rainy, grey England.
We cleared off on Monday to Spinalonga Lagoon which has been made famous in recent years in the book The Island by Victoria Hislop. A little island off Spinalonga was Crete's main leper colony from 1903 to 1957 We planned to stay here a couple of days and take the dinghy over for a look.
We anchored in a lovely, empty bay and had soon jumped off the back of the boat for a swim. We were sitting quietly, enjoying the silence and serenity, when we heard the sound of some sort of techno music getting increasingly loud and a trip boat appeared around the headland and anchored 100 metres away from us. From the tannoy on board, a female voice with an Essex accent shouted "Come on you lot! This is a f****n' Booze Cruise, not a f****n' snooze cruise!" The music cranked up and they then had various party games including Best Belly Flop off the boat, diving from the top deck and trying to catch a beer can on the way down and trying to speak a sentence without saying 'F***' (I made that last one up!)
We were all a bit horrified but an hour or so later, the anchor went up and they sailed away, their cheerful laughter fading into the distance.
'Thank f*** for that' we said.