Malia.....know to the greeks as the place tourist go. It is outside Heraklion. It is the party place for the british. There are so many clubs/bars in this area that are full of british that some clubs are actually named UK CLUb or Big Ben Bar. It is amazing how many British people assimilate into one area on Crete. People watching becomes the best entertainment. We sat and drank a drink while watching the many assortments of people. First, we sat a British man riding around in a 2 year old tricycle. Next, we saw Super girls walking around the streets. Then a man wearing a pink tutu, a smurf, snow white, British man climbing up the pole, half naked men, man in underwear, and terrible clothing. These people were attempted to be brought into the bars by the luring specials of buy 2 and get 1 free plus a free shot for $6 Euro. If the specials didn't work, sometimes the bar workers would literally pick up someone and take them to the bar(talk about service). There were so many bars/clubs that hitting up just one seemed unreasonable and no cover charge made it easy for us to sample the night life. A little further down the road, there was men playing soccer. The point of game was to knock 3 goals in and you get a bottle of champagne. It was entertaining because if the player lost, the entire group of British men would over react and say they lost everything. The British group made such a big deal about it. Malia's drinking and night life made me feel like I was in college because it seemed like 15 bar tours were going on. We drank and walked around the square till around 3:00am. OUr bus didn't come till 6:30am, so we had time to kill. We walked all around the city and then decided to go wait at the bus stop after I had been groped by a random british man. Malia......long night/long morning.