Breakfast

The nice thing about it is the view of the harbour through the window.

Otherwise it's a question of a disgusting orange-coloured solution of chemicals, one egg, white bread a tiny bit warm, coffee which objectively was really quite nasty to drink, condensed milk, no possibility of more of anything, not even a second cup of coffee; the whole enjoyed in the company of just one other guest, and all to the constant accompaniment of totally unmemorable vaguely-Cretan music with its clichés of con sentimento: I wonder why it is that you get sick of bouzoukis so quickly ...?