The port of Chania on the island of Crete is our last port of call. The ship was docked about 8 km from the town so we had to take buses to get there. The old port area is very charming with a Venetian lighthouse and fortifications and a row of colorful houses (mostly hotels and restaurants), but it is totally geared toward the tourists forced onto the island by the cruise ship. We walked the port then inland to get a feel of the city. Nothing noteworthy. On the way back to the ship, it got quite unruly as everybody was trying to squeeze into the bus to make it back before the 1:30 pm deadline.
At dinnertime we were all together again and everybody got quite chatty, even the Irish lads who are normally quiet. One of the told us about the leather waistcoat he bought on Crete. But the biggest bombshell came from Dorothy, one of the Lancashire ladies. When we started talking about the tonight’s show whose theme was the Beatles songs, she told us that she knew John Lennon very well as a boy and young man because her late husband was related to John’s mother. She saw him grow up and remembers his first music pursuits and his first performances. She even got some drawings and writings that John did as a boy, but her husband threw them out because he didn’t like them. She knew Lennon’s first wife Cynthia (who apparently was a “very lovely girl”) and their son Julian. This was quite amazing. Then we went to the Beatles show, which was a lot less amazing as the group who pretended to be the Beatles was definitely much less talented.
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