Floda wrote:miltiades wrote:Over the years visiting Cyprus I have formed very regular habits that I do every time I'm in Cyprus . My apartment is close to the Pier at Enaerios in Limassol and every morning after taking tea on the veranda I walk down to the Pier and I feel as if I'm in heavens . I always wake up at 6 am and by 6.45 I'm taking my walk to the Pier where for the last few years I have made friends with an elderly Cypriot named Pambos. In his mid to late 70s but a real character who absolutely loves fishing and does so every single day missing only days he told me when he is not well . I took to the old boy when he confessed that a few years back he lost his 11 year old grand daughter , she was run down at a Zebra crossing by a 20 year old hooligan , who apparently still drives like a maniac having got scott free for killing the girl !!!!
In my June visit this year I saw Pambos again , he had just lost his hook and was busy with a new one while using a rusty rather old pen knife.
Pambos I said make sure you dont cut your self with this rusty chiakkoui , on my next visit I will bring you one , we sell them in my shop . Thank you Kirie Yianni he said , I always called him Pambos but he insisted in calling me Kirie Yianni and I gave up asking him to drop the Kirie.
He offered me some of his catch and I said we will do a swap when I bring him his shiny new Sheffield made penknife.
True to my word in July I brought Papmbos a pen knife and on my first morning in Limassol I made my way to the apovathra . Pambos was not there , I thought , remembering his words , he may not be feeling well.
I searched for him , penknife in pocket , on my next two mornings in Cyprus to no avail.
Returned to the UK and on my latest visit last Thursday , I woke up in the morning and as usual made my way to the Pier , again pen knife in my pocket and looked for Pampos . Alas he was not there .
I hardly knew the old boy but had developed a soft spot for him after he told me of his dreadful loss of his little granddaughter , besides he was indeed a real Cypriot and harboured no hatred for anyone in Cyprus , he was a refugee from Famagusta.
I asked a man fishing at the spot where Pambos would usually be if he knew anything about Pambos , Haralambos he asked ? Yes I said , Up there , he said pointing to the sky . He passed away after undergoing an operation .
I always have my haircut in Limassol by a London Cypriot near by . He asked me to bring him a meat mallet for tenderising his steak , I told him the story with the pen knife , he begged me to forget about bringing him the mallet , will a pen knife do I asked !!!
What a load of old bollocks Miltiades, a bloke like you wouldn't give his shit to the crows !.
You are right arsehole , bet you couldn't rub two pennies together !!
Cigarette butts still entice you ?? Will bring you some next time I'm in Cyprus !!
ps.Put you glassess on you can read better this way !!
