They are plotting something, I can feel it, well I can hear it, the fact that they are all up at before 0830 is a clear give away, and that they are as subtle as a sledgehammer.
I opened the bedroom door to a little godly hobbit, sitting on a chair right opposite the door. “MORNING SIR, YOU ARE NOT COMING OUT”, this and what I can only suppose is Sean scraping butter onto toast… (It wasn’t me. I was upstairs being upset at being yelled at for being sensible and speaking very quietly rather than whispering. Apparently, dumb-asses don’t realise that whispering, due to its sibilance and the very slightly higher register that it’s in, mean that it carries more than quiet voices.)
Bastards, beautiful balconied breakfast. (Nice alliteration.) Starters of melon and yoghurt with honey, followed with a Rye Bread, egg and bacon combo. Yum! (Us plebs had eggy-bread. Classy. Then they came down and nicked our eggy-bread. Bastards.) And it was pumpernickel bread, if that is in fact different to rye bread. And it tasted weird.
We are off out today to see Kourion and some other bits like the Sanctuary of Apollo. It should be a lovely day.
Oh, it’s our anniversary as well! One year today, that is one step closer to be “Statistically improbable”.
2350, fantastic but really busy day! Went off to see Kourion, The Sanctuary of Apollo and an ancient Chariot Race Track. It was arid to say the least and I think I am well into my sun tan now. (Arid? Is that all you have to say? Gippo. (meaning person of Ancient Egyptian origin) I’ll try and do details and stuff (this really isn’t my milieu, Sweeney, I do the funny stuff, you do the dry boring bits)…
Ok, the first place, the ruins at Kourion, was cool. It’s an old settlement (Basilica) overlooking the Mediterranean that was levelled in a big earthquake in the fourth century A.D. Basically, there’s an old Christian church, a Gladiator’s house, Roman houses, Roman baths, an Amphitheatre, and a massive fancy house thing. (not forgetting the room dedicated to the Water Nymphs – Think lots of flowing water and moist bints wandering round with not many clothes on) I think it may have been a Roman settlement (Early Christian (Some early Christians were Roman. So there)). It was kind of incredible, the sense of history is cool, but then I’m a geek, so I like that kind of stuff. Actually, more incredible was the fact that my totally-not-gay-looking hat kept my neck completely cold. Ha ha! No pink burning for this pale boy!
Anyhoo, we then moved on to the Chariot race track. It was a big oval that had been used for chariot racing, and pentathlon stuff. It now had bushes growing in it. It was nice to see, but nothing special. Perhaps that’s why they don’t charge admission for it. Speaking of which, English heritage needs to come out here and see how pricing structures are done – everywhere we’ve been so far has had a steady stream of visitors, and all for the princely sum of €1.71 (which is one old Cypriot pound – they only came into the Euro Zone in January, so everything is still priced with both currencies.) So that means you really are happy to go do stuff, cos you know it won’t cost the earth. Learn, Britain.
Then we went to the Sanctuary of Apollo. This is where some mentalists used to live and worship Apollo. I don’t mean they were mental for worshipping Apollo, but the way they did it was kind of insane. It seemed a bit ‘Mid-West American’ style worship to me – all sex cult and young boys. And death. Don’t forget death. I wasn’t going to, Anna, thank you. Yes death. If you ever touched the Sacred Altar of Apollo (come on, it’s capitalised, they must be mad), they threw you straight into the sea. Nice. Even so, they still had the big baths and things. And a massive column that was reconstructed in 1980. That’s very impressive and imposing, and gives you a little bit of an idea as to what it must have been like when the whole thing was still standing. In short, impressive, imposing, and bloody massive.)
It was a good day. There were lots of broken rocks, and some that were still standing up. I really don’t know if I have anything more to add.
Lunch of Mutant Sea Bass took place at Melanda Beach, a lovely sunny little cove in the middle of nowhere frequented mainly by squaddies. Not just frequented by squaddies, but also staked out by squaddies! They were up on the hill by the British base in their camouflage gear and with their guns, but there was just no fooling us! We went for a wander over into the next cove to see a completely deserted shingle beach with crystal clear blue seas. It looked very cool indeed. I have made a mental note for the future. (I had plaice. Richard had snapper. Anna, Goldy and Laura had Moussaka. Rich and Andy’s fish were grilled, and still had heads and tails. Mine, sadly, was battered, so it couldn’t watch me eat it. I was sad about that. (I feel we should be completist here, this isn’t all just about you, Sweeney.) After lunch we went for a walk, and saw lots of lizards, some more squaddies (setting up a tent this time – very exciting) and the sea. We couldn’t get down to the beach though, cos there were no safe places. It didn’t look that far down, but Laura wouldn’t let me jump. She’s a safety Nazi. There were lots and lots of dogs too. Some of them were very small, which excited Anna and I. Which reminds me! This morning, the pool man came to fill it up a bit (Rich and Andy bombing had taken it down to about ¾ of its original depth.) He brought with him the weirdest little dog! It was quite fat, pretty long, but only about 9 inches tall, and it had the smallest head I’ve ever seen on a dog. We called it ‘Tiny Dog,’ for ‘t’were true.)
On the way home, we passed the ‘Birthplace of Aphrodite’, or more accurately, a big rock in the middle of the sea that locals say a watery bint emerged from at birth,…. Don’t see it personally. (Gotta have some imagination. I thought it was cool. Cos all ancient Greek things are. Except olives.). This place was annoying. It was the most pointless thing, with it just being a rock and all. But the most annoying part was that the next rock along actually looked like a shell or something that could have opened up and given birth to someone. But anyway, it was cool sitting in the late afternoon sun skimming rocks and then throwing them to try and hit the ‘sheep’s head’
At home, a bit of relaxation before the evening’s entertainment, STAVROS!
Stavros owns a Taverna near to Villa Klouni, it is a good 15 minutes walk away, set back from the road and frequented mainly by locals. We had the best Meze of the trip so far, that coupled with Bazouki playing and Zivania (VOMIT INDUCING) made for an awesome night and a great end to our anniversary.
Stavros is the man! Really fantastic food, such a shame we had trouble identifying the fresh herbs he used - we were offered our dinner for free if we correctly identified one of them which turned out to be oregano! Quite a different plant when it’s fresh and not dried in a little bottle from Tesco! (Even when he’d told us what it was, though, Richard argued about it.
Then we went home and Anna and Andy went to bed. Goldy stayed up another hour-ish, and I went to bed about half an hour after that. Laura and Richard stayed up. Ostensibly, for a bit. In reality, I woke up at 5:30 and there was no-one there. Laura eventually crawled into bed at about 7ish. I would ask one of them to fill you in, gentle reader, on what actually kept them up that long, but I don’t think either of them remembers. I’m sure, however, that in today’s exciting instalment, Andy will tell you about the aftermath. If you don’t you can delete this bit Andy. Or leave it in, and leave the world forever wondering bout the carnage…)
It’s not that I don’t remember. We just started talking and drinking, and that was a cycle that continued until we realised that the sky was now blue. Even Sean coming down at 5.30am didn’t have the effect it should have. About 7 Richard decided he wanted to watch the sunrise so we walked down to the bottom of the drive, him in bare feet, and him not listening to me that the sun was already up! For some reason, he still didn’t believe me, and when I quietly crept to bed, he stayed up to wait for it! Loser.
I opened the bedroom door to a little godly hobbit, sitting on a chair right opposite the door. “MORNING SIR, YOU ARE NOT COMING OUT”, this and what I can only suppose is Sean scraping butter onto toast… (It wasn’t me. I was upstairs being upset at being yelled at for being sensible and speaking very quietly rather than whispering. Apparently, dumb-asses don’t realise that whispering, due to its sibilance and the very slightly higher register that it’s in, mean that it carries more than quiet voices.)
Bastards, beautiful balconied breakfast. (Nice alliteration.) Starters of melon and yoghurt with honey, followed with a Rye Bread, egg and bacon combo. Yum! (Us plebs had eggy-bread. Classy. Then they came down and nicked our eggy-bread. Bastards.) And it was pumpernickel bread, if that is in fact different to rye bread. And it tasted weird.
We are off out today to see Kourion and some other bits like the Sanctuary of Apollo. It should be a lovely day.
Oh, it’s our anniversary as well! One year today, that is one step closer to be “Statistically improbable”.
2350, fantastic but really busy day! Went off to see Kourion, The Sanctuary of Apollo and an ancient Chariot Race Track. It was arid to say the least and I think I am well into my sun tan now. (Arid? Is that all you have to say? Gippo. (meaning person of Ancient Egyptian origin) I’ll try and do details and stuff (this really isn’t my milieu, Sweeney, I do the funny stuff, you do the dry boring bits)…
Ok, the first place, the ruins at Kourion, was cool. It’s an old settlement (Basilica) overlooking the Mediterranean that was levelled in a big earthquake in the fourth century A.D. Basically, there’s an old Christian church, a Gladiator’s house, Roman houses, Roman baths, an Amphitheatre, and a massive fancy house thing. (not forgetting the room dedicated to the Water Nymphs – Think lots of flowing water and moist bints wandering round with not many clothes on) I think it may have been a Roman settlement (Early Christian (Some early Christians were Roman. So there)). It was kind of incredible, the sense of history is cool, but then I’m a geek, so I like that kind of stuff. Actually, more incredible was the fact that my totally-not-gay-looking hat kept my neck completely cold. Ha ha! No pink burning for this pale boy!
Anyhoo, we then moved on to the Chariot race track. It was a big oval that had been used for chariot racing, and pentathlon stuff. It now had bushes growing in it. It was nice to see, but nothing special. Perhaps that’s why they don’t charge admission for it. Speaking of which, English heritage needs to come out here and see how pricing structures are done – everywhere we’ve been so far has had a steady stream of visitors, and all for the princely sum of €1.71 (which is one old Cypriot pound – they only came into the Euro Zone in January, so everything is still priced with both currencies.) So that means you really are happy to go do stuff, cos you know it won’t cost the earth. Learn, Britain.
Then we went to the Sanctuary of Apollo. This is where some mentalists used to live and worship Apollo. I don’t mean they were mental for worshipping Apollo, but the way they did it was kind of insane. It seemed a bit ‘Mid-West American’ style worship to me – all sex cult and young boys. And death. Don’t forget death. I wasn’t going to, Anna, thank you. Yes death. If you ever touched the Sacred Altar of Apollo (come on, it’s capitalised, they must be mad), they threw you straight into the sea. Nice. Even so, they still had the big baths and things. And a massive column that was reconstructed in 1980. That’s very impressive and imposing, and gives you a little bit of an idea as to what it must have been like when the whole thing was still standing. In short, impressive, imposing, and bloody massive.)
It was a good day. There were lots of broken rocks, and some that were still standing up. I really don’t know if I have anything more to add.
Lunch of Mutant Sea Bass took place at Melanda Beach, a lovely sunny little cove in the middle of nowhere frequented mainly by squaddies. Not just frequented by squaddies, but also staked out by squaddies! They were up on the hill by the British base in their camouflage gear and with their guns, but there was just no fooling us! We went for a wander over into the next cove to see a completely deserted shingle beach with crystal clear blue seas. It looked very cool indeed. I have made a mental note for the future. (I had plaice. Richard had snapper. Anna, Goldy and Laura had Moussaka. Rich and Andy’s fish were grilled, and still had heads and tails. Mine, sadly, was battered, so it couldn’t watch me eat it. I was sad about that. (I feel we should be completist here, this isn’t all just about you, Sweeney.) After lunch we went for a walk, and saw lots of lizards, some more squaddies (setting up a tent this time – very exciting) and the sea. We couldn’t get down to the beach though, cos there were no safe places. It didn’t look that far down, but Laura wouldn’t let me jump. She’s a safety Nazi. There were lots and lots of dogs too. Some of them were very small, which excited Anna and I. Which reminds me! This morning, the pool man came to fill it up a bit (Rich and Andy bombing had taken it down to about ¾ of its original depth.) He brought with him the weirdest little dog! It was quite fat, pretty long, but only about 9 inches tall, and it had the smallest head I’ve ever seen on a dog. We called it ‘Tiny Dog,’ for ‘t’were true.)
On the way home, we passed the ‘Birthplace of Aphrodite’, or more accurately, a big rock in the middle of the sea that locals say a watery bint emerged from at birth,…. Don’t see it personally. (Gotta have some imagination. I thought it was cool. Cos all ancient Greek things are. Except olives.). This place was annoying. It was the most pointless thing, with it just being a rock and all. But the most annoying part was that the next rock along actually looked like a shell or something that could have opened up and given birth to someone. But anyway, it was cool sitting in the late afternoon sun skimming rocks and then throwing them to try and hit the ‘sheep’s head’At home, a bit of relaxation before the evening’s entertainment, STAVROS!
Stavros owns a Taverna near to Villa Klouni, it is a good 15 minutes walk away, set back from the road and frequented mainly by locals. We had the best Meze of the trip so far, that coupled with Bazouki playing and Zivania (VOMIT INDUCING) made for an awesome night and a great end to our anniversary.
Stavros is the man! Really fantastic food, such a shame we had trouble identifying the fresh herbs he used - we were offered our dinner for free if we correctly identified one of them which turned out to be oregano! Quite a different plant when it’s fresh and not dried in a little bottle from Tesco! (Even when he’d told us what it was, though, Richard argued about it.
Then we went home and Anna and Andy went to bed. Goldy stayed up another hour-ish, and I went to bed about half an hour after that. Laura and Richard stayed up. Ostensibly, for a bit. In reality, I woke up at 5:30 and there was no-one there. Laura eventually crawled into bed at about 7ish. I would ask one of them to fill you in, gentle reader, on what actually kept them up that long, but I don’t think either of them remembers. I’m sure, however, that in today’s exciting instalment, Andy will tell you about the aftermath. If you don’t you can delete this bit Andy. Or leave it in, and leave the world forever wondering bout the carnage…)
It’s not that I don’t remember. We just started talking and drinking, and that was a cycle that continued until we realised that the sky was now blue. Even Sean coming down at 5.30am didn’t have the effect it should have. About 7 Richard decided he wanted to watch the sunrise so we walked down to the bottom of the drive, him in bare feet, and him not listening to me that the sun was already up! For some reason, he still didn’t believe me, and when I quietly crept to bed, he stayed up to wait for it! Loser.
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