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17. Heraklion - Rethymnon (coastal route)
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From Heraklion to Rethymnon
You will enjoy a very scenic ride between rows of oleanders
with charming pink or white flowers. But though you drive very
close to the coast, you will not find a single beach that’s
great for swimming. Nor will you see any remarkable sights,
except perhaps for two or three places worth a stop, so you
can turn up the gas and enjoy the feeling.
Leave Heraklion (or Iraklio) from the Hania gate and follow
the Gr/E signs directing you to Hania and Rethimno (or Rethymnon)
- or leave from the gate of Knossos, follow the Knossos signs,
and when you find the New National Road turn right and head
for Rethimno.
As soon as you pass Cape Panagia, you will encounter the first
of three roads branching off the main road and leading to the
beaches of Agia Pelagia and Ligaria. Ignore them and keep straight.
Agia Pelagia has lost its natural beauty, as year by year it
was filled with hotels and restaurants crowded behind a narrow
stretch of sand. As for Ligaria, the once peaceful beach that
was the Iraklians’ last hope for a nice swim, it is smaller
than the Agia Pelagia beach, and already it has been taken over
by a large company that has dug up the hill behind it and is
putting up a luxurious building complex with a 1200 room capacity...
The next intersection you will encounter has a Gr/E sign directing
you to Fodele (“Fodele 3, Achlada 7”).
The road goes through some orange groves and ends at the small
village square which is usually full of buses and rented cars.
Fodele is visited by large crowds of tourists, because it is
said to be the birthplace of the painter Dominicos Theotokopoulos,
the famous El Greco. With so many visitors, the villagers
should normally be rich. Wouldn’t you be tempted by an
old time coffee shop with a yard full of trees and orange juice
squeezed out of fresh village oranges?
Wouldn’t you like to sit at a small restaurant with small
hand-painted signs, chairs of straw and wooden tables covered
with a simple check tablecloth? Wouldn’t the idea of a
well cooked mousaka or a refreshing peasant salad with fresh
tomatoes appeal to you? And wouldn’t you visit a small
museum at the home where the famous El Greco was born? (Imagine
an interesting collection of the painter’s personal items,
or at least an exhibition of typical everyday objects of his
time). Well, instead of all this, here is what you are going
to see: restaurants with plastic chairs and plastic signs; cafeterias
full of idle old and young men sipping cafè frappè,
practically the only thing served; and dozens of balconies with
rows of cheap T-shirts with stupid slogans reaching almost down
to the street, or with a “parade” of carpets with
pink dolphins and other similar folk art items made in Hong
Kong.
The house where the painter is supposed to have been born is
permanently locked, and the El Greco Museum that travel guides
advertise is nothing but a room in the community office, also
locked, containing a hastily put together collection of cheap,
low-quality copies of El Greco’s works together with some
miserable-looking books spread out on a table. (If you wish
to see it you must first pay a visit to Kirà
Marìa, the lady who holds the key; her shop
is about 100 metres away). Even the sign directing you to El
Greco’s home is rusty, and his name has been written with
a spray! Just think: these people are supposed to live in a
village honoured by a world-renowned painter of the 16th century,
and they didn’t bother to put a tasteful, painted sign
outside his home. This fact alone is sufficient proof that El
Greco was not born here.
Why come to Fodele then? For the wonderful Byzantine
church of the Holy Mary. It dates from the 14th century,
and it is built on the foundations of an earlier Christian church
of the 8th century, which has also provided some of the building
materials that went into the later church. You will see it on
your right-hand side as you enter the village, situated next
to the El Greco house and framed by orange trees. Unfortunately,
this church is also permanently locked. However, you can see
its excellent wall paintings from the window of the sanctuary,
a window that belongs to the 8th century church and has two
marble arches.
After the visit take the same way back and continue west on
the National Road. At the next intersection that you’ll
see there is a road leading to Sisses, but
the village is not worth visiting and neither is the beach at
the end of the dirtroad (D3) that goes north of Sisses. Continue
then to the west and treat yourself to a wonderful view of the
north side of Mt. Koukoulonas and the rocky shore. The next
intersection is to your right and if you turn you’ll reach
a seaside settlement named Bali. Bali in Turkish
means honey, and the name reminds of old times when the area
was known for its wonderful honey.
Contrary to the sweet associations it brings to mind, the village
has no exotic beaches or magic beauty; it is, in fact, a mish
mash of hotels and restaurants lining a rather ugly beach. In
classical antiquity this was the site of Atali,
the seaport of Axos, a town of which nothing has survived.
A few hundred metres after the Bali intersection you’ll
see a road branching off to the left and a sign directing you
to the “Holy Monastery Atalis Bali”. The
monastery is dedicated to John the Baptist and it is
the first sight on our route that is worth visiting.
Once back on the National Road, continue straight for 1.5 km
and turn left on the dirtroad that you’ll see after you
get out of a mountain pass and have a sudden open view to the
west. There is no sign at the intersection to direct you, but
the road leads to Exandis, the village you’ll see to your
left. At the heart of the village, opposite to the kafenìo
(where they serve fresh orange juice), turn left again on the
road (A3) that leads to Melidoni. When you
get there you’ll see a sign directing you to the historical
“Melidoni Cave”; turn right and follow the narrow
cement path all the way to its entrance. The local guy that
will try to sell you flashlights and a personal tour is not
worth the money he is asking, so refuse politely and proceed
on your own. (You might want to give him two or three hundred
drachmas, though, to keep an eye on your motorcycle). Do not
get disappointed by the first one hundred metres and the rotting
electricity wires that the Melidoni Community decided to hang
inside the cave; a little further it gets really wonderful.
The first hall you will find has a monument erected in honour
of the 350 men, women and children who died in the cave in 1822,
after the Turks discovered their hide-out and lit a fire to
make them suffocate. From here you can continue either to the
right (you’ll reach the end of the east chamber that has
a length of 35 metres) or to the left (until the end of the
30-metre chamber to the north).
Between Melidoni and Rethimno there is nothing special to
see. After your visit to the cave you can simply continue southward,
reach Perama, and turn right (west) on the Old National Road
connecting Iraklio and Rethimno. This will take you to the coastal
road, near the village of Stavromenos, from where you can continue
straight to the town. Your best option, though, is to go back
to Exandis, make a stop for another one of those great cheap
orange juices, and get back on the coastal road at the same
point you left it. From here to Rethimno, it is one fast, enjoyable
ride without stops or detours.
Holy Monastery
Atalis Bali
(closed between 12:00 and 4:00 p.m. and all day Friday).
We do not know exactly when the monastery was built. We
do know that the first reported renovation was in 1635,
when the Venetian rule of the island was almost at its
end. Being
in the middle of nowhere, the monastery served as an excellent
refuge for rebels and outlaws all during the Venetian
and Turkish rule. After the failure of the 1866 revolution,
however, the Turks caught on, and they launched a fierce
attack against all monasteries in the region.
The historical Arkadi monastery went up in flames, and
the Turks destroyed the monastery of John the Baptist
and killed the monks. Half-ruined and forgotten, the monastery
went on “living” until 1941, when the last
of its monks died. In the forty years that followed, it
was looted by men and ruined by the forces of Nature,
so that it was no longer recognisable.
In 1983, though, Father Anthimos came to live here,
and aided by the Department of Byzantine Antiquities,
the EOT and the faithful who never gave it up, he restored
the monastery.
Twelve years later, the outcome is incredible. Not only
is it impossible to tell what condition the place was
in, but the visit will charm you, especially if you treat
yourself to a nice picnic in the shaded yard behind the
church.
Bring a snack, sit at the wooden table, and let your
eyes wander over the sea. Father Anthimos will offer you
cool water and refreching apricots right fromthe tree.
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