Something else beginning with s, the name of which escapes me.
A quick trip to Cyprus to see an old friend wasn’t without its worries, with a three day bike ride looming on the very near horizon, I knew four days of drinking wasn’t going to be hugely advantageous.
In one of those curious situations that seem to happen from time to time, it turned out cheaper for me to take a ferry to England, fly to Paphos, fly back and get a ferry back to France than it was to fly direct from home, so off we went. A day spent with my kids is always great then a short drive to Gatwick airport and its official: HOLIDAYS!!!!
We left an overcast and chilly London late in the afternoon for a four hour flight, touching down in Cyprus in a balmy 26 C. Luffly. The driver was there to meet us (well, my mate was) and so it began.
Back to a place I’d been to many times, but never as a civilian on holiday, always as a soldier, working, getting shouted at and generally getting hot and sweaty.
It was difficult having breakfast on the beach in over 25 degrees of sunshine, but we struggled through.
I visited plenty of places I’d passed through before, but this time I could take the time to look around and appreciate where I was.
A trip to Pissouri village for the first time in many years brought back happy memories that can’t be recounted here.
The village, originally a tiny hamlet of sea fisherman has now increased in size, with a diverse population but the tiny streets
and lemon trees still abound.
A fleeting visit to Aphrodite’s Rock (where the water was cold but there were still nutters swimming) was followed by a trip up high to get a better view of the famous lump.
Then to a small village in the foothills of Mount Troodos where we found a master chocolatier and perhaps the stairway to heaven.
Ah yes, the other “S.” It was scenery.