Crete is the largest of the Greek islands the last stop during my trip in Greece.
I took a ferry from Santorini to Heraklion, which is the capital of Crete. But I was spending the night in Chania which is 3 hours away from Heraklion by bus and from where I had a flight back to France the next night.
Things started to go south about half way through my ferry ride. We would be arriving in Crete about 2 hours later than what I was informed, which meant upon arrival I would have to run to the bus station and catch a bus to Chania. At this point I was separating from my friends so I was taking the bus solo at 10 pm and would arrive in Chania at 1 am.
I purchased the ticket, got a quick bite to eat , said goodbye to my friends and hopped on the bus. I have no trouble sleeping in planes or buses, so I fell asleep about 1 hour after the bus left the station and woke up around 12.45 am.
As I looked outside I was very confused because everything looked very familiar, I had definitely seen those streets before. I started freaking out a bit, but I thought okay maybe it’s the style all over the island. But when the bus reached the very station from where I had departed, I panicked. I was so confused, I didn’t understand why I was back at square one.
I talked to the driver, no , I yelled at the driver. He said in order to get to Chania , you had to change buses in the middle of the journey. He said he had announced when it was time to get off, but it was not his fault I was sleeping. My argument was that no one at the ticket office or when I got in the bus had warned me about this part. There was something very shady about it, as the driver didn’t even want to give me his name.
At 1 am , bus station closed and pretty much no notion of where I was, all I thought about was finding the hostel were my friends were staying. I didn’t even know the name of it, but with some help from a hotel receptionist I made my way to it, and fortunately they still had space. My friends were so confused when they saw me walking in their dorm and when I told them what had happened, I couldn’t hold back the tears. I felt so incredibly stupid, it was the first time anything like this ever happened to me.
The next day I went back to the bus station to complain, the person in charge found it very strange that I had to change buses, which led me to think that it’s a shady business the drivers run on their own. Fortunately I was given a free ticket and made my way to Chania. This time, there was no changing buses business.
All the pictures I took are from the Venetian old town in Chania, where I enjoyed the last 6 hours of my vacation before heading back to France.