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[Oracle]

Ok, heres one from me too!

The other day i was about to set out to work when i noticed i had a flat. As my back was playing up I couldn't do the necessary, so I walked across to the local tire place, gave the guy my key and told him to sort it.

Came back an hour or so later, tire fixed, how much i said to him, ah don't worry about it, have it on me.

I was so proud to be greek then. Bless the fella.

Hhhmmm pantheman .... do you mean Cypriot?

I had a similar experience, a few weeks ago, with a garage in Limassol which had closed, but the owner replaced my misshapen tyre, when I caught his eye across the courtyard, so that I could go back home on the motorway....

I did pay though ......

[pantheman]

Ok, heres one from me too!

The other day i was about to set out to work when i noticed i had a flat. As my back was playing up I couldn't do the necessary, so I walked across to the local tire place, gave the guy my key and told him to sort it.

Came back an hour or so later, tire fixed, how much i said to him, ah don't worry about it, have it on me.

I was so proud to be greek then. Bless the fella.

Hhhmmm pantheman .... do you mean Cypriot?

I had a similar experience, a few weeks ago, with a garage in Limassol which had closed, but the owner replaced my misshapen tyre, when I caught his eye across the courtyard, so that I could go back home on the motorway....

I did pay though ......

The Greek/cypriot thing was a deliberate attempt to provoke some of these anti - greek forumers into staring another row.

Guess you were quick off the mark.

[Oracle]

Ok, heres one from me too!

The other day i was about to set out to work when i noticed i had a flat. As my back was playing up I couldn't do the necessary, so I walked across to the local tire place, gave the guy my key and told him to sort it.

Came back an hour or so later, tire fixed, how much i said to him, ah don't worry about it, have it on me.

I was so proud to be greek then. Bless the fella.

Hhhmmm pantheman .... do you mean Cypriot?

I had a similar experience, a few weeks ago, with a garage in Limassol which had closed, but the owner replaced my misshapen tyre, when I caught his eye across the courtyard, so that I could go back home on the motorway....

I did pay though ......

The Greek/cypriot thing was a deliberate attempt to provoke some of these anti - greek forumers into staring another row.

Guess you were quick off the mark.

Greeks are just the same as Cypriots in their manners, in my experience anyway ..... they just seem more subtle in their sign language .....

[bill cobbett]

Here's my contribution.

Last summer's family holiday. Rented an apartment in a village to the west of Larnaca. Overnight flight. Had detailed directons as to how to get there but inevitably got completely lost.

It's dark, about 5 in the morning with no one around except a chap in a van outside a supermarket. We stop and ask his help. He explains that he's a baker dropping off bread to the shop and doesn't know the village but suggests that we wait awhile and the shop-keeper will be along to open up the shop. We sit and have a fag and a chat.

Shopkeeper turns up, looks at the address, says to me that he's not completely sure where it is but has a word with the baker and gets in to the baker's van and tells me to follow behind and the two of them drive around this largish village until they find our apartment.

Needless to say we did all our shopping at this chap's shop.

Only in Cyprus?

[GorillaGal]

Here's my contribution.

Last summer's family holiday. Rented an apartment in a village to the west of Larnaca. Overnight flight. Had detailed directons as to how to get there but inevitably got completely lost.

It's dark, about 5 in the morning with no one around except a chap in a van outside a supermarket. We stop and ask his help. He explains that he's a baker dropping off bread to the shop and doesn't know the village but suggests that we wait awhile and the shop-keeper will be along to open up the shop. We sit and have a fag and a chat.

Shopkeeper turns up, looks at the address, says to me that he's not completely sure where it is but has a word with the baker and gets in to the baker's van and tells me to follow behind and the two of them drive around this largish village until they find our apartment.

Needless to say we did all our shopping at this chap's shop.

Only in Cyprus?

nah, not only in cyprus. i've done that many a times, right here in NY.

[denizaksulu]

Ok, heres one from me too!

The other day i was about to set out to work when i noticed i had a flat. As my back was playing up I couldn't do the necessary, so I walked across to the local tire place, gave the guy my key and told him to sort it.

Came back an hour or so later, tire fixed, how much i said to him, ah don't worry about it, have it on me.

I was so proud to be greek then. Bless the fella.

Hhhmmm pantheman .... do you mean Cypriot?

I had a similar experience, a few weeks ago, with a garage in Limassol which had closed, but the owner replaced my misshapen tyre, when I caught his eye across the courtyard, so that I could go back home on the motorway....

I did pay though ......

The Greek/cypriot thing was a deliberate attempt to provoke some of these anti - greek forumers into staring another row.

Guess you were quick off the mark.

Our dear OrPh cannot be anti Greek. She is half Greek. Can she hate herself?

[Oracle]

Here's my contribution.

Last summer's family holiday. Rented an apartment in a village to the west of Larnaca. Overnight flight. Had detailed directons as to how to get there but inevitably got completely lost.

It's dark, about 5 in the morning with no one around except a chap in a van outside a supermarket. We stop and ask his help. He explains that he's a baker dropping off bread to the shop and doesn't know the village but suggests that we wait awhile and the shop-keeper will be along to open up the shop. We sit and have a fag and a chat.

Shopkeeper turns up, looks at the address, says to me that he's not completely sure where it is but has a word with the baker and gets in to the baker's van and tells me to follow behind and the two of them drive around this largish village until they find our apartment.

Needless to say we did all our shopping at this chap's shop.

Only in Cyprus?

nah, not only in cyprus. i've done that many a times, right here in NY.

GG done what exactly .... driven people round in a baker's van? ... Got lost? ...... what are you talking about?

Far too dismissive ....

[cyprusgrump]

Okay, here is my contribution…

I arrived in Cyprus on October 18th 2002 and moved into a tiny ‘village house’…

Within a few days of my moving in the family that run the local supermarket started sending delicious meals round on plates ‘because they had cooked too much’. Perhaps I was looking a little thin…

As Christmas approached they asked what I would be doing for Christmas day and insisted that I joined their family. I explained that my parents where flying over for Christmas but they insisted that they came too – so we all had the most wonderful Christmas lunch (souvla, etc.) at the supermarket.

Likewise Easter. They managed to dig out two ancient bottles of ‘Keo Vintage’ (I mean really old) which we drank with the Easter soup (I’m sorry, I don’t know its name) after Midnight mass.

I got my car stuck in some mud just outside the village after some overly ambitious off-roading. The only person I could think off calling was the waiter in one of the village restaurants because I had his number and he had a Land Rover. So I called him and he said he would be there in thirty minutes ‘because he was at a wedding in Limassol and he had to go home and take his suit off first’.

I lost my wallet in Pafos. With hindsight my subconscious registered it falling on the floor as I got out of my car at Pafos port but I didn’t discover it missing ‘til days later. I searched and went to the police station with no luck but then The Bank of Cyprus called from Tomb of the Kings to announce that somebody had found it, noticed the BoC cash card inside and handed it in – cash intact. Didn’t even leave a name so that I could reward them.

Need I go on?

[denizaksulu]

Okay, here is my contribution…

I arrived in Cyprus on October 18th 2002 and moved into a tiny ‘village house’…

Within a few days of my moving in the family that run the local supermarket started sending delicious meals round on plates ‘because they had cooked too much’. Perhaps I was looking a little thin…

As Christmas approached they asked what I would be doing for Christmas day and insisted that I joined their family. I explained that my parents where flying over for Christmas but they insisted that they came too – so we all had the most wonderful Christmas lunch (souvla, etc.) at the supermarket.

Likewise Easter. They managed to dig out two ancient bottles of ‘Keo Vintage’ (I mean really old) which we drank with the Easter soup (I’m sorry, I don’t know its name) after Midnight mass.

I got my car stuck in some mud just outside the village after some overly ambitious off-roading. The only person I could think off calling was the waiter in one of the village restaurants because I had his number and he had a Land Rover. So I called him and he said he would be there in thirty minutes ‘because he was at a wedding in Limassol and he had to go home and take his suit off first’.

I lost my wallet in Pafos. With hindsight my subconscious registered it falling on the floor as I got out of my car at Pafos port but I didn’t discover it missing ‘til days later. I searched and went to the police station with no luck but then The Bank of Cyprus called from Tomb of the Kings to announce that somebody had found it, noticed the BoC cash card inside and handed it in – cash intact. Didn’t even leave a name so that I could reward them.

Need I go on?

NO!



You are embarassing us. Well, you are in Cyprus after all.

[Oracle]

Okay, here is my contribution…

I arrived in Cyprus on October 18th 2002 and moved into a tiny ‘village house’…

Within a few days of my moving in the family that run the local supermarket started sending delicious meals round on plates ‘because they had cooked too much’. Perhaps I was looking a little thin…

As Christmas approached they asked what I would be doing for Christmas day and insisted that I joined their family. I explained that my parents where flying over for Christmas but they insisted that they came too – so we all had the most wonderful Christmas lunch (souvla, etc.) at the supermarket.

Likewise Easter. They managed to dig out two ancient bottles of ‘Keo Vintage’ (I mean really old) which we drank with the Easter soup (I’m sorry, I don’t know its name) after Midnight mass.

I got my car stuck in some mud just outside the village after some overly ambitious off-roading. The only person I could think off calling was the waiter in one of the village restaurants because I had his number and he had a Land Rover. So I called him and he said he would be there in thirty minutes ‘because he was at a wedding in Limassol and he had to go home and take his suit off first’.

I lost my wallet in Pafos. With hindsight my subconscious registered it falling on the floor as I got out of my car at Pafos port but I didn’t discover it missing ‘til days later. I searched and went to the police station with no luck but then The Bank of Cyprus called from Tomb of the Kings to announce that somebody had found it, noticed the BoC cash card inside and handed it in – cash intact. Didn’t even leave a name so that I could reward them.

Need I go on?

A Cypriot by proxy ... long may you reside on this island cyprusgrump

Kokoretsi is the name of the soup I think ... spinach and liver are the main ingredients .... yuck! .... but I do remember competitions with my brothers to see who could have the most, when we came back from midnight Mass at Easter ... with our candles lit ....