Having driven really only on holiday and recent winter visits I love it. When I was being shown a particular property last year, near Almyrida the Estate Agent apologised about the fact it was so close to a road. "Which road?" was my reply. Maybe one car every few minutes. How we laughed.
I drive to the airport in the UK on the ultra modern motorways at between 20-90mph and would estimate I swear every five miles. By the time I get to the airport I need a drink.
I get to the other side and pick up the Dinky hire car. Say I drive 120km, expecting something around every corner to kill me, and get to the other end with me and mine in one piece. I'm totally jubilant. (Still have a drink though to celebrate!)
I think the crux of the matter is that idiots in the UK are deliberately idiots, whereas (and I know there will be exeptions) Cretan driving idiots have always done it and as long as they get away with it they see no problem. It's a lack of malice.
I'll take the rose tinted spec's. off now.