We kept island hopping until we were at the southernmost outpost, Crete. Cretans are a proud, mustachioed lot. Mark was deep undercover, only Sam could tell.
This island was much bigger than the previous islands we had visited. It required a car rather than a moto and it our adventures took us on some of the curviest roads in the world. We went deep underground.
We climbed ancient ruins.
We visited old leper colonies.
And we enjoyed the azure waters of the Cretan and Libyan seas.
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