All the way to Chania, the sun was hidden behind clouds of dust, coming
from the Sahara desert. The southern wind was creating a dull, heavy and
suffocating atmosphere with its quick sandstorms blinding the northern coast. Phoebus
ran from one window to another with its long tongue hanging out while trying to
breathe. It was a strange mini heat wave that I‘ve met for the first time.
Planes flew over the sky, leaving large and strange contrail footprints behind them, spreading away at the
meridians of the horizon.
Saturday, April 12, we had a brief stop in Rethymno,
where a German friend of Mr. George, Ms. Frauke gave him a nice basket with
nuts, cheese and boiled "eggs from the grandmother". She was concerned about the weather and asked us for how long we could manage to stay in the forest with such a sandstorm and strong winds. Mr. George assured her that at the direction that we are going ... the
weather will be different. In the basket was also a bottle of local wine, to accompany us at the evening and a palmtop, which had been requested by Mr. George,
because as he said, you always need a computer in similar cases.
