In Search of Salty Waters
After months of city life and the madness which comes with it, my body and mind were in need of respite. In a quest to flee the over-pollution and general drabness of urban life, we flew to Crete in search of salty waters and sandy beaches. Some days were more active than others, we’d drag ourselves up from the pool and exert our energy with water activities; swimming for hours or skimming the sea’s surface on jet skis. We’d get our adrenalin pumping by revving up steep and winding gorges on motorbikes, feeling the wind whipping my hair and the sun blazing down on my thighs. I made sure to etch those views into my mind as I knew I’d have no photos to reminisce over, somehow a camera just wasn’t a practical choice whilst riding a motorbike. Other days I’d simply lounge by the pool in company of good music and good books and eat watermelon until my tummy ached. One day we drove across the island to Elafonisi, appropriately dubbed the pink beach due to the pastel pink hued sands which line the shore. The shallow waters were heated by the power of the sunshine turning the sea into what felt like hot springs. I dipped my toes into the crystal clear waters and pretended I was a mermaid, only leaving the sea when my stomach started growling for more fresh Greek salad generously drizzled with olive oil.