Not sorry

IT’S BEEN ONE of our odder holidays.

For nearly a week, Cyprus was hit by some of the worst weather in living memory – with snow flurries in Larnaca and Paphos, with torrential downpours that turned major roads into fast flowing rivers, and with bitingly cold gales that howled around us continually.

So, our holiday consisted of eating a lot and sleeping a lot. And maybe that’s just what we needed.

We did get out some of the time, trying to dodge the worst of the weather; I even managed to get some sunburn when I fell asleep in a chair on one of brighter days.

But still, overall, I’d have to say that, as holidays go, this one was mixed.

Maybe the most exciting day was when we drove over the snowy Troodos Mountains to Cedar Valley and the famous Kykkos monastery, then around, under the shoulder of Mount Olympos, to the mining village of Kaminaria and to see the Venetian bridges at Treis Elies – altogether a journey of well over a hundred kilometres, much of it over winding, mountain roads.

Quite an exhilarating experience!

But still, we’re not sorry to be home…