Our Hero

Now, time to go home. So we went to the bus stop.

No buses after 6pm. So we went to the taxi rank.

No taxis to Limassol after 6pm. Hire a car.

Shop shut. Time for coffee and a wee think.

There were a group of taxis across the street so went to try and persuade one of them to take us.
Didn’t take long and one of them came to our rescue.

Not sure if it was because:

A/ he was a gentlemen helping three charming Scottish lassies
B/ coz he needed the extra dosh I offered or
C/ if it was because it was cold and dark by this time and all we had on were bikini tops and vests so needless to say we all looked very pleased indeed to see him.

Anyway, Zeus (his new short term name coz we couldn’t pronounce or understand his real name) turned out to be pure dead brilliant. He told us loads of history stuff, got the crack and even went out of his way and took us to see Aphrodites Rock. Ok so it was dark and we couldn’t see a damn thing, but it was the thought that counted.

Finally home safely courtesy of Zeuz and dropped Mam off at about 9pm. Just as well she packed her case in the morning.

Poor we lamb now had to go all the way back to the airport we had just passed 2 hours ago at midnight.