Herakles' city

Otherwise known as Iraklion, Crete and the Castello hotel, which is a lovely hotel but stands at the junction of about 5 roads and Cretan motor-cyclists are very, very loud. Today was a fairly quiet day after the Greek tragedy class. Everyone seemed a little tired and we mostly flopped around the hotel waiting to cach our taxis to the airport where our days of taking everything on to the plane came to an end as they made us check our bags, but everyone got theirs back, and quickly after the flight The plane was more of a planelet, about the size of the puddle-jumpers from CLT to AVL (which I think they have now discontinued!) and caused some slight consternation, especially as it was propeller-driven and not in its first flush of youth, but it got us there without incident and we dispersed to our rooms once we reached the hotel. I had an interesting meal in a place where the menu was all in Greek and which clearly doesn't get many foreigners (and to be honest, doesn't seem as though it terribly wants to repeat the experience, since they were polite but not as thrilled to see me as I felt they rightly should be!)Tomorrow we head for Knossos.