Bloody Brits

Now i can’t remember a time when i went on a holiday abroad and acted like the local population used to expect of a Brit. Loud mouthed, drunken yobbos who’s only goal was to goad a fight with anyone anytime anywhere, but as i walked along the sea path hugging the coastal areas and holiday resorts, i passed by four Loud mouthed drunken yobbos who tried to goad me into a fight because i had the good fortune to be wearing a t shirt (so not to get burnt as ill be here for a while) and not be as obnoxious as they were.

My army training wasn’t really needed apart from the discretion part, and as it is the better part of valour, i promptly ignored them and walked on. my teeth were grinding at the thought of just turning around and throwing them off the path onto the rocks below, but that would have been construed as bad form. even now just thinking of it, I’m starting to seethe!

All that aside, its been a beautiful day in Paphos. the beauty of the island really manifests itself within the local psyche. not just the people, but the whole atmosphere they surround themselves in. A street market is popping up along the main harbour road in readiness of a water celebration next weekend when the whole area will be lit up like a traditional christmas in the UK.

its time to wander out now and find another cafe that has free wifi, (i love IT) and to make free contact with friends and family across the world.

For Skye!