Besides the usual bike equipment:
- A helmet
- A pair of glasses mask iridium preferably
- A spare screen
- A pair of gloves
- A pair of leather boots
- Pants and jacket endurance, and all necessary protection to the practice of motorized hiking terrain
- Long sleeve shirt
- Sweater or sweatshirt
- Spare pants and shorts
- Lightweight shoes
- Personal medication (2-3 bandages, eye drops, immodium, ercefuryl, Nifluril ...)
- A small notebook and pen to note the instructions of the daily briefing
- GPS with handlebar bracket and power cable (or batteries)
To ride, we recommend a small backpack that may contain:
- Solar cream
- Lip stick
- Scarf or scarf
- A cap rain gear to keep morale in thunderstorms
- Spare gloves perky leave after the rain
- A sugar at the bottom of a pocket (the saving bar)
- Water, essential to refresh the driver
- Swiss knife
- A flashlight or a headlamp
- A possible camera
- Mobile phone (and charger
When you are dressed for riding, it should stay that little thing in your bag (no suitcases but a duffle bag, gym bag or backpack without frame).
Skilled laces stood boldly through cypress and fig trees.
This aerial trail soon leads to bald mountains. She flies over a turquoise sea; the view is stunning! Each turn for us new points of view, a more beautiful than the previous bay.
Below Libya sea sparkles ...
The pins cling to the wall on the way down. Quietly, we landed here in the cool of the cedars in the heart of a delightful village with narrow streets. A waterfall splashes onto the wall of the old tavern.
Below, some olive trees cling to the hillside. Hollyhocks invade the hamlet. A mishmash of a thousand flowers, herbs and weeds lining the slope and waves downwind. Perfumes of all kinds continually titillate our nostrils. Nature wafts our days. Suddenly, the track débine in a small secret cove. Behind the trees the water is warm and transparent; bubbling in compulsory waves between two summits!
Lunch is served on the waves; Cretan specialty table announced three ... Here we go again! The path wanders under the orange trees, spans the estuary, follows the bed of the river and rushes into a high and narrow fault. It glissouille, becomes entangled for a moment on the rollers ... and emerges illico this mineral vise to fly to other mountains.
A vulture spins on bells of an old isolated abbey.
The route switches to another bay lost.
A blazing sun sinks into the sea.
In the evening we enjoy the charm of small few hotels ...
One last dip in the Sea of Libya before falling into the arms of Morpheus ...
The path caress the beach. He plays elbows in a narrow defile, oozes out of the gorge, rushed to the assault of the mountain to plunge immediately into a new secret cove with turquoise and crystal clear waters.
The vineyards cling to the slopes and tu pinewood. Olive trees take ownership of any plot in the hill. Here and there a few wreaths cedar squat peaks.
The island daily distills its share of surprises and other acommodations intoxication ...
Landing in Heraklion. Accommodation at Lato or equivalent hotel.
DAY 2 - Heraklion - Sivas - 90 km
The route rises gently between olive trees.
The first ever prance on the ridges.
A break in Zaros at lunch time is always refreshing and thirst quenching. This mountain village is famous for its spring water. Rare plants and flowers line the area. At the taverna Vegera you will be warmly greeted by Vivi. She and her mother cook to perfection. They bend over backwards to offer you a variety of delicious Cretan dishes.
The stretch of the afternoon is short, and can be reached quickly step. The village of Sivas is worth seeing. The streets are blooming, old stones not always adjusted and tidy, but you will find the calm and serene as we love Crete.
In the pool of the hotel Shivas, the water is 28 °. Five minutes away, deep gorges lead to a tiny beach, picturesque in the extreme.
Note: If you fancy a little drink in a nice area, away from the village, with a terrace, with a view on the olive trees, go (tranquillos) to the taverna Elisavi at a time when the sun orange whitewashes hills and steeples.
Elisavi is precisely the name of the hostess. Of French origin, she speaks our language flawlessly. Her husband, Kanakis is Cretan pure strain. He is a musician, and he, not a word of French pipe...
DAY 3 - Sivas - Tsoutsouros - 105 km
The track runs along a particularly rugged coastline. It zigzags on the nose of the cliff, winds through the parade to start quickly to conquer the mountain and immediately plunge the waves. Nestled in a cove, the hotel opens to the Libyan Sea. The beach is five meters.
Family welcome. Neat rooms. Nikos, the son, is responsible for managing the institution with good humor and efficiency. Dinner over lapping.
DAY 4 - Tsoutsouros - Ierapetra - 125 km
Greenhouses, hundreds of hectares, lining the coastal strip. But soon the path gets attitude through orange, lemon and olive trees. Several times on these airstrips, we fly simultaneously the Cretan Sea and the Libyan Sea. It's great ...
DAY 5 - Ierapetra - Kato Zakros - 105 km
Startling step ... From the start the track clings to the cliff to climb on the shelf.
The landscape is lunar and savagely mineral. It progresses through a rocky chaos. Some pines, a vine square, a chapel hanging above the void, an old monastery perched on the edge along the route.
Under the winds, a slew of modern wind fathom antediluvian and dilapidated counterparts, but still proud and charming despite rust.
The pins are linked in the descent of Xerocambos. And we discover with delight forgotten small bungalows overlooking the clear sea. We could lunch in this hamlet. The pins sting on shellfish. Stuck in a remote cove Kato Zakros appear soon. Here, open-air restaurant and accommodations encroach on the beach. This is the end of the world ... The place is paradise.
DAY 6 - Kato Zakros - Agios Nikolaos - 135 km
Returning quickly to altitude, acrobatic twirls path on the walls. A wind bristling forest plateau on seven or eight kilometers. The course rushes. The blades whistling on our helmets ... Zigzagging through the olive grove, a dizzying slide empties into the slope. below you can see the Gulf and Mirambelos Agios Nikolaos that can be guessed in the mist. Hotel and restaurant in the harbor. The boats sparkle on the waves. The city is lively.
DAY 7 - Agios Nikolaos - Heraklion - 135 km
Like every day, nature is celebrating! A few more passes, and smooth is switched to Heraklion. Even the best stories come to an end...
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