I’ve been a bit quiet on here this month as i’ve been in Florida for the last fortnight. I’ve had a great holiday and a brilliant year. Thank you to everybody who has read my blog and to everyone who has entertained me with their posts. Happy new year!
After a week away in beautiful 30 degree heat, drinking ten generously mixed cocktails on the quiet days and eating two full plates of meat and cheese for each meal, I’m back from Paphos, Cyprus.
It was all for my friend’s wedding and the day went very smoothly, you wouldn’t be risking sunburn if you had an outdoor ceremony and after party in England at this time of year.
I last visited cyprus when i was about twelve and i saw quite a few old sights this time round that stirred my memories. I was mostly impressed by how relaxed and friendly people are. The history as a British colony is still prominent once you scratch under the surface and this influence is equally comforting and disappointing. With all the expats, British stores, restaurants, pubs and customs such as driving on the left, it can be a little too familiar when you’re trying to get away from it all but i guess thats a lot better than a hostile or alien place. I guess i mean that it just feels a little bit like a little britain with scorching sunshine and friendli…hang on, why am I complaining?!
Highlights, other than the gorgeous ceremony,
Segway tours (I have no idea how that nobhead Piers Morgan toppled one over)
Hundreds of rather cuddly fleabag street cats
‘Ray Bans’ that cost less than my suncream
The grim monolithic sight of the tanker that ran aground in Paphos bay nearly fifteen years ago.
After all the sun, free drinks and reunion with university friends it’s now back to the good old British weather.
Before this year the last time I had been abroad was September 2009, to Washington DC. This year I’ve already been to New York and now this week I’m going to Paphos in Cyprus and Florida for Christmas.
I’m not expecting it to be scorching in Cyprus at this time of year but it should be a good ten degrees centigrade better than the UK and I might see that thing that people abroad call “the sun”.
Look forward to obligatory photos of hotel pool, cocktails and beaches. Going to do my very best to get a tan.
I can’t wait, even if I did choose to spend 4 hours layover in a Greek airport just to save £40. I mean, Greek airports can be a lot of fun too, right?