I walked down one of the alleys around the Chania port, when the owner of this café, Nikos called me over to have a drink. My first instinct was to carry on walking and say, no thanks. But something made me turn around and ask him if I could use their toiletta. He said, sure and I don’t have to feel obliged to buy a drink. I decided to have a drink anyway and ordered a frappe, (which is about like the national drink in Greece). Nikos showed me the pictures hanging inside, he collected them, Chania in the 1940s and 1960s. I took a picture of him and a girl working there. I went to sit outside and started a conversation with Antonio, who was at first a bit unfriemdly and sceptical to let me take a photo of him. He told me in his very broken English, that he sailed from Holland to Cape Town 15 years ago and stayed in the city for 3 days. He got quite excited at his memories and told me I would be welcome anytime at his restaurant “Tara” at the Samaria Gorge. Just before I left, and he paid for my frappe, I took a last chance and asked if I could take his pic. He very shyly agreed and I quickly took it, before he could change his mind again.
