My week in Crete was divided into two very different halves. The initial few days were spent travelling and hiking, and for the final three nights, I had my first and only stay in an all-inclusive resort.

The impression I had of Crete before I arrived was of a resort-island, full of unruly and poorly behaved tourists – Malia being one of several infamous destinations across Europe. My pre-conceived idea of the island was quickly overturned during the first part of the week. We hiked up impressive mountains, down through a stunning gorge, and along a beautiful coastline.

After travelling across the southwestern part of Crete, we took the bus back to Chania, where we had an all-inclusive resort booked for three nights. I had reluctantly agreed to this, at the request of my travel companions, who wanted to have a place with a pool, gym, beach access, and an all-you-can-eat buffet.

My thoughts towards all-inclusive resorts were negative even prior to staying in one. I understood the business model means energy and waste are high. I also figured, with everything under one roof – food, drinks, entertainment – it’s likely you will leave the accommodation less often. My primary purpose for travel is exploring. The idea of staying in one place for too long seems self-defeating. Staying at an all-inclusive resort is the antithesis of an adventure, in my view.

However, as my perception of Crete had changed dramatically, I entered with an open mind. And I now give my opinion on all-inclusive resorts without judgement of people who choose to stay there and enjoy them. I can simply say; they aren’t for me.