The last bit, I promise.
My own testosterone two wanted to have a go on a jet ski which they did.(See the pic)
The swimming pool was really like a hot bath and I do mean hot.As you swam around you kept thinking" Phew, better get out of here before I cook" only to find yourself becoming dry roasted as you emerged from the water.
Best to get in the pool early morning or late afternoon.Not only to beat the sun but to avoid those youths who were christened the Teststerone Three.
They were only about 14-16 and didnt even dwell in the hotel or I might have been able to have a word (maybe). They arrived armed with two lilos , a ball and enough male laddishness to rival , well, any male lad you could think of.
As one was elegantly (?) swimming to and fro these little gits kept flinging in the lilos and jumping on them with assorted whoops and yells.Now, I dont mind the lilos or the yells but they never paid any heed to others in the pool, something which brought them very close, and I do mean close , to being up ended by my version of a great white shark.
Then I realised why. They were showing their male prowess to several girls at the other end of the pool.I felt a measure of sympathy then because the girls clearly regarded them as complete twats , were way to old for them and busy showing off themselves to some older boys at the other end of the pool.
Ahh, sweet bird of youth....bang....there...dead in the water!
Aphrodites birthplace was beauiful and even tempted me to leave the confines of the air conditioned car for a micro second to snap a pic and return. Legend has it that if you swim around the rock, clockwise , 20 times at mid night, you look 20 years younger.
Im still waiting.
My own testosterone two wanted to have a go on a jet ski which they did.(See the pic)
I was very tempted but chickened out, deciding that I didnt have the upper body strength necessary to climb back on the thing after I had inevitably fallen off. A vision that no innocent soul should have to witness.
The trip up the Troodos mountains was good but after slaving away and roasting even with the aircon to reach the summit what did we find?
A radar establishment, cctv cameras and.......Mr Whi
ppy!
ppy!Yes, right at the top was an ice cream van gratefully received.
I think it was Peter Kay.
Cyprus was lovely.
Check out some of the wildlife .
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....Feel like I've been there myself! Would have socked the Testosterone 3...or perhaps belly flopped onto them!
I fear I might have been had up for manslaughter! They went after a couple of hours anyway.
Still, irritating.Rather like midges in Scotland!
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