Cypwus weeeeeeee!

After what felt like a day of travelling, martin, colin, rachel and i arrived at our apartment, demolished most of a bottle of sherry and another bar of toblerone, and checked out the rocky beach. the wind blew in from the coast as we admired the stars to drunken musings and frequent bouts of delerious happiness at finally being on holiday.


We enjoyed a day at the waterpark, which having opened a mere 3 days previously was still so empty there was a distinct lack of queues. unfortunately, this meant that not all the slides were open at any one time, so we were effectivey ushered from one set of slides to another at varying timepoints. interspersed with pizza and icecream who's cone disintegrated at the mere mention of the word "sun", it made for a fun day out with plenty of sunshine and careful cream application ensuring a lack of burning.


Most of the rest of the time consisted of precisely nothing other than sleeping on the beach and during the days, and eating halva and enjoying the empty bars and clubs in the evenings, excepting two rather fabulous day excursions. one, an anticipated 2 hour walk to the rocky point in the distance from which we returned 6 hours later, blistered and having not reached the point (but instead, reached some rather spectacular caves just before and enjoyed some rather splendid food at the local restaurant in the middle of nowhere), and two, a car-hire day where i enjoyed navigating for 1 brit and 2 "others" who drive on the wrong side of the road, in a heartfelt effort to see more of the island. we started with a drive into the mountains, where we encountered some freakish weather (heavy cloud at what was now ground level, hail storms and general non-visibilityness), an out of season ski school, military personell, a waterfall, and the remainders of swept aside piles of snow. after lunch we headed towards paphos, a minefield of stunning historical sites that we got to too late to explore, so we wound down to the sunset and enjoyed a dinner by the sea, noticing the pleasant lack of seagulls in cyprus. i had cuttlefish for the first time, and came to the realisation that unless pickled and/or dried, i find fish of the squid/octopus/cuttlefish variety rather bland and rubbery.


An epic overnight journey home was prepared for by spending our final day on the beach until the rains chased us away, then, spending the remainder of our money in a spectacularly good sushi diner we left satisfied and promising ourselves to go for some back home.


And so a much-needed holiday catapulted back into luton for a 5 hour wait for the first train on what ended up being a rather beautiful day. my high-point? without a doubt, that would be winning at (genuine, not spell-as-you-go) scrabble with 148 points! good times!