We live as long as we fly
Случайно нашёл в Iki апельсиновый сок не из концентрата. Называется Valencia, делает его Tukuma piens под известным брендом “Baltais”, у них ещё питьевые йогурты ничего. Стоит около 0.8 Ls за поллитра, на вкус как американские соки, густой такой. Буду периодически покупать, если не пропадёт.
After staring at the ancient peeling walls, we started getting ready to head home to make it in time for dinner. Luckily, we had plenty of time, so I, being the most active one, talked our driver, namely Sergey, into turning off the national road to see if there was anything interesting there. By the way, taking this opportunity, I express my deep gratitude to Sergey for playing the role of driver: as it happened, Andrey and I don't have licenses, and Tanya prefers not to drive on serpentines (between the lines you can read “Sergey would never let her while he is in a condition to drive”).
While I was in Crete, as well as right before and even before that, I was reading books by Gromov and the Dyachenkos. For those out of the loop, they are leading Russian sci-fi authors. What follows is about Gromov, not Crete, so if you don't feel like it, don't read.
Yes, I am unable to overcome my passion for reading all kinds of crap instead of useful things. No, sci-fi is not useful, you are mistaken. What seems like deep philosophical thoughts to you is just a basic, layman-friendly packaging of bright ideas, whether they were pilfered or concocted by hand. (A writer, obviously, partly thinks with their hands, so that's not a slip of the tongue).
Before long, we made it to Chania. We left the car on the edge of the street, with my persistent companions trying to make absolutely sure about 5 times that it was free here. We didn't find a "paid parking" sign, but they were nervous anyway. I had to stop some Cretan girls and ask. They didn't know, of course, but instead they went into a shop and tortured the clerk. The clerk answered "free," but my stubborn travelers wouldn't give up. In principle, you can understand them — considering the great chill attitude of the Cretans, pulling an answer out of thin air is a piece of cake for them. Nevertheless, we left the car anyway, bought some mineral water, grabbed the lunchbox from the trunk, and went to the park we had driven past, which was listed in the guidebook as a local landmark. The park is actually pretty fun — looks a little bit like the tropics, there are animals in cages and birds in the trees. And, of course, full of those ubiquitous chirping turtles.