This post was 'in the bank' ready to be posted before events overtook us so better late than never but a little out of date...
Last year I found out that one of the girls I had been to school with all those years ago in Bruton lived in Paralimni which is the other side of the island but last year we managed to get together meeting sort of half-way in Pissouri. It had been so easy catching up after not seeing one another for 38 years that today was going to be a doddle.
Sheri has her niece staying with her and had checked into the King Jason in Paphos for a few days so we had arranged to meet for lunch in Latchi as she had never visited this corner of the island.
I drove down and waited for her to find the large carpark just past Psaropoulis - as I thought this would be a big enough place to be able to find one another and when I parked I was only the second car there so we were hardly going to miss one another!!
Although she got a little lost getting from the hotel to Latchi via the monastery she arrived on time and as the third car in the car park we were, as I thought, easily able to spot one another!!! It was bright down on the coast but there was quite a keen wind - courtesy of Hawa - the current coptic storm which is described as a gale and that isn't far wrong by way of a description.
We walked from the carpark to the marina heading for one of our favourite lunchtime spots Molos and we did take the plunge and sat outside - after last week with our number one stalkers we realised it was probably no warmer sitting inside although not so blustery!
As happens so often with humanitarian crises it would appear that some of the captains of the refugee boats are somewhat unscrupulous and jump shift leaving the human cargo to drift and be at the mercy of the tides and the marine police. Apparently there is a lot of money to be earned by shipping refugees. I have seen photographs of some of the bombed out cities in Syria and I cannot blame anyone trying to get away to try and ensure their safety and the safety of their families. We have a couple of Syrian families near us - sadly communication can be difficult - language and customs form barriers but we smile and wave and acknowledge one another and the other day when we came home with a storage box on top of the car Ham'ed came out of his house to help John get it off and get it into our house which was kind of him. I always try and be friendly towards his wife who doesn't seem to speak any English save Hello but that is one word more than my Syrian.
Pudding was an orange flavoured creme brulee served with some spiced oranges and the sultanas I forgot to put into the banana bread I made at the weekend. Susan doesn't like driving in the dark and is a very early riser so we weren't too surprised when she said her goodbyes at 9.00pm giving John time to catch up on Skype with his family.
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