Just returned from a few days in Cyprus. A couple of days of business and some free time. Stayed in the village, lovely people, coffee shop, backgammon and always too much to eat.
Limassol for three meetings, and then to meet an old school friend I haven't seen for thirty years. Driving from The Curium hotel, two Cypriot men are brawling in the road, traffic at a standstill watching the fist, spitting and kicking fight, I drive round and receive some rather unexpected abuse, and well aimed mucase, I wind up the window and continue.
Down to the old market to meet my friend, we swap stories of thirty years and decide to meet up for dinner. Return to my new car, which has been scratched all down one side, down to the primer. Ask around in Greek has anybody seen anything, nothing.
Had to smile in the evening, wathching the hose pipes come out to water the gardens and wash the cars.
The car is in the shop now, the bill for fill, prime and respray, £687.