Crete is large enough to have a substantial mountainous interior, and we've spent a couple of days just driving wherever our wheels will take us, from the highest plateau under the high peaks to gorgeous voices at the bottom of gorges. Every destination involves driving up a gorge, crossing a high pass, and usually doing it again and again. Luckily most of the roads are paved and in remarkable shape for a bankrupt country, but they still twist and turn with endless hairpin curves. The smaller roads have no guardrails, and in places the edges have crumbled, so it's not for the faint of heart. A few times we chose or were forced onto very narrow dirt roads with loose rock and potholes almost worthy of Africa or Costa Rica, teetering on the brink. But the experiences have always made it worthwhile, with picture-perfect villages set in dizzying terraced mountainsides, lush gorges, barren craggy peaks, and a feeling of total safety (aside from our driving...) compared to the slight edge we sometimes were on earlier in these adventures.
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