Crete Ahoy #38

We had intended to visit the Acropolis and other sights but our newfound German friends were bound for Crete in Thomas’s father’s footsteps and invited us along. Unlike the father we’d land peacefully by sea rather than parachuting over Chania from a Junkers 52 in a hail of bullets.
That is the joy of hitchhiking - just blowing with the wind - no deadlines, no pressure, one day of freedom at a time.
So on docking in Piraeus the Anglo-German party of four transferred to another Hellenic Lines overnight ferry to Crete, the island of Knossos, Zorba and the Samaria Gorge.