Eastern Crete - A Bite to Eat?

Kritsa is a favourite place to head for in theone of the jewels of Crete. Some say
winter and is the best route to the isolatedreminiscent of the Seychelles, the clear waters
plateau of Katharo which almost invariably, is ourand tranquillity of this bay are now being disturbed
best chance of seeing any snow in Crete. Theby the almost inevitable sound of JCBs and
solitary kafeneion, bedecked with posters of Checoncrete mixers as the developers snatch
Guevara, is the only available place to warm upanother piece of paradise from our grasp to sell
with a hot coffee and the local 4x4 club raceto the highest bidder.
along the melt water filled river beds of the area.Continuing northwards to Siteia, I slowed the car
Today, however, Katharo would remain in splendidto be within a few metres of a migrating
isolation, at least from us. My friend KostasEleonora's Falcon (Falco eleonorae), perched on
Argyropoulos, a local mining engineer, had tippedthe barrier on the roadside. Naturally, it flew away
me off about a new road which had recentlybefore we had time to really appreciate it, but it
been completed which I wanted to investigate.was yet another magical moment in our
Just before the main street in Kritsa, we turnedunplanned day. Through Agios Georgios and
left to ascend the road to Kroustas. WithMaronia, we descended slowly to Siteia, another
panoramic views to the Gulf of Mirabello and aindustrial centre and market town with a large and
church jutting out into the road on one of thewell respected winery and some of the finest
corners, it is an interesting and spectacular drive.olive oil in Crete. For the first time, despite my
The village itself is one of the few places whichmany visits to the town, I saw the old Venetian
seems untouched by the passage of time. Oldfortress, named Kazarma from the Italian word
men sit in the coffee shops sporting knee lengthfor "barracks". This fortress was built to resist
leather boots and dressed in the traditional blackinvasion by the Turks and withstood a siege for
costume of Cretan villagers. The women of thethree years (1648 - 1651). It has recently
village prepare horta, a variety of wild plantsundergone extensive renovation work and
including dandelion leaves, or pick through favanowadays hosts concerts and other events taking
beans before making their version of peaseplace in the town.
pudding to be served with onions and drizzled withIt has long been rumoured that Siteia airport will
fresh olive oil.be accepting incoming charter flights so we went
The road wound down from Kroustas to theto the airport, along an unmade road, to
forested area with ribbons of sunlight peekinginvestigate. The airport still bears more
through the autumnal deciduous trees. Already,resemblance to the military airstrip that it always
the first rains had damaged the newly laid roadhas been, and flights to this particular area seem
and several areas had been washed away,to be as distant a prospect as ever. Perhaps it is
necessitating caution. A rudely written sign pointednot a bad thing to preserve the area from mass
left to Istron, a rough track which leads to Pirgos,tourism, although developers have now purchased
which I had travelled on many occasions. Butthe area near Vai palm beach and plan to build a
Kostas had advised me to continue on to Prina, ahuge complex of golf courses, villas and hotels.
village near Kalamafka, the only place on this partThe new road, all 3km of it, took us towards
of the island where you can see the Cretan Seahome before returning to the old road. Work is
and the Libyan Sea simultaneously. From Prina, weongoing on this project and we passed bridge
followed a new road to the picturesque village ofbuilding projects which, along with the other road
Meseleri and diverted through winding streets ofimprovements and bypasses will reduce the 72
the village itself before re-joining the new road. Tokm journey to Agios Nikolaos, the regions capital,
the right the reservoir at Vramiana glistened into 45 minutes. The sea and mountains glowed red
the distance. The area is a major marketas the sun began to set behind the Lassithi
gardening area and a constant water supply ismountains and, as desperation set in, we turned
necessary to ensure the quality and quantity ofat Sfaka towards the coastal village of Mochlos.
cucumbers, tomatoes and fruit produced nearWe parked and walked past the kafeneions
here, much of which ends up on tables inwhere every head was turned towards the
Northern Europe.televisions for the live football match. As we
The semi-industrialised landscape that is Ierapetraturned the corner to the harbour, loud music
was something of a shock to the system afterblared from a pickup truck. As we approached,
the sheer natural beauty that we had experiencedwe found the door wide open and no driver inside
previously on our journey, but the economics ofand realised that this was the background music
the town have bestowed an affluent lifestyle onfor the next kafeneion. Nobody seemed to be
the inhabitants and the sumptuous villas and largetaking any notice of the music. They too, were
houses are testimony to this. We bypassed toenraptured by the football match.
the north of the main town and found ourselvesThe tiny village gave us a choice of two tavernas,
on the road to Siteia.both facing the island of Agios Nikolaos with its
We were, by now, feeling quite hungry and tookMinoan town ruins. We chose to sit inside, the
a left turn to the village of Koutsounari, only toevening now having a chill in the air and turned to
discover nowhere open. We could have turnedthe menus. Lamb with Artichokes and a Mixed Grill
back to Ierapetra but decided to continue east,were off the menu, so we went for meze of
through Ferma and Achlia. We arrived atfava and baked feta cheese and tomatoes
Koutsouras, where there is a well knownfollowed by chicken souvlaki (kebabs) and a huge
restaurant called "Robinsons", but this was alsopork chop, both served with chips, washed down
closed. The desire for food, or at least a coffee,with a vintage diet cola. As usual, half a loaf of
was now becoming urgent. We found a placebread and some Cretan rusk appeared to keep
open in Makrigialos but, for reasons best knownus going until the food was prepared, along with
to ourselves, continued onward towards Siteia.some delightful pickled anchovies and a rich brown
The road from Makrigialos climbs progressivelyolive pate. As hungry as we were at this stage,
northwards, with spectacular views of fertilewe still could not finish everything, particularly the
valleys to the west. Churches on monolithic hilltopscomplimentary plate of fruit that came with the
dot the landscape, many of them built on ancientbill for EUR23.00 (£16.00, $32.00).
shrines to the pagan sun god. The taverna atIt was dark when we left the taverna and the
Lithines had a tourist coach parked outside. In thedriving, along with a very full stomach, had left
winter Sunday coach trips to religious sites andme feeling a little tired. The sign at Paxia Ammos
monasteries are a popular pastime for the olderread "Agios Nikolaos 19km". In half an hour we
ladies, sometimes accompanied by bawdy songswere home again. It may have been the longest
on the return journey that would make a rugbyjourney we have undertaken to get a bite to eat
player blush. Just past the village is the turn tobut it was completely justified by the wonder
Ziros, leading in turn to the spectacularthat is Eastern Crete.
Xerokampos. Reached by a spiralling road, this is