I have returned (tanned - horrah!) from a family holiday in Cyprus. Lovely country, destination of choice for so many Brits thanks to approximately 345 days of sunshine a year, and the wealth of hotels that the island boasts. Thanks to a last minute deal from First Choice, we flew out to Paphos from Bristol and stayed in a lovely hotel for a week. Wall to wall sunshine and a pleasant pool are, frankly, quite enough for me to fill my time with for a week, but my Dad, being of adventurous spirit, wanted to explore.
We popped into Paphos to see what was around the resort, and I was unsurprised to find the town mostly consisted of touristy shops by day, and bars and clubs by night. Dad commented that he 'didn't think much of Cyprus' after digesting this limited offering, but that's a bit like saying you don't like Britain because you've been to Blackpool, or you don't like Spain because you've been to Benedorm. There is more to Cyprus than dodgy drinks deals, although the seafront in Paphos is tackier than a child with a lolly.
The Trudos mountain range is a beautiful stretch of countryside, punctuated by pretty villages and dramatic drops into cool valleys. We explored two of the monasteries in the hills, and got more of a sense of the old Cyprus.
Of course, the time came when I decided that I simply couldn't move from my sunbed any longer, and I passed the rest of the time by the pool. Lovely. Having returned home, I am delighted to find that Strictly is back on the BBC tonight, and may turn my hand to a bit of blogging on the subject. Watch this space.
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