Saturday 7pm:Sunday 4am: ie, the day of reckoning.
do i really need to say anything? if you've ever been up before anyone else in the world you'll know how creepy and unnecessary it is. 6am:
airport, terminal 5. it's very shiny and oddly quiet. not that i can currently appreciate either of these qualities because of my horrendous feeling of travel sickness. and now my father has started an argument with the people in front of us. excellent. 7am:
i just ate breakfast at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant... 
well i had a glass of water. still, pretty awesome right? and the massive HMV had some gorgeous Skullcandy headphones. if i had bought £50 i would have snapped them up in seconds. the pink ones in the bottom left corner are just so adorable. this place is just one huge shopping centre. i love it! 9am:
on the aeroplane. finally the horrid feeling of illness has gone. time to tuck into a dodgy English (plane) breakfast. 11am:
two hours to go. one episode of Sex and the City finished. along with a free Friends documentary thing. man, i feel rough. all my friends are just getting up when i've already been awake for seven hours... 2pm:
in the rental car. luggage safely aboard. exhaustion hitting hard. nap time i think. 5pm:
the water in the villas pool is hotter than most baths. apparently we've arrived in the middle of a heatwave. it's set to be 50 degrees centigrade tomorrow, this morning in England it was 12 degrees centigrade... 7pm:
i can't believe how dedicated i am to my blog. writing at various points throughout a day i've been dreading all week. surely this shows you guys how much I really really do love you. Monday 2pm:
boy is it hot. really hot. inexplicably hot. i'm already tanned and the pool is still like a bath, but i appreciate it so much more today. just like the fantastic air conditioning. the really good news is that i have the balcony i wanted. yes!
Wednesday 12 midday:
i should probably explain that all the times featured in this post are in fact in Greenwich Mean Time. because i couldn't be bothered to change the clock on my phone forward two hours. the tv is all in a completely indecipherable language apart from CNN. the DVD player doesn't work, and the fact that nowhere has wi-fi has pretty much driven me over the edge. if i get suncream in my eyes one more time, i will cry. 3pm:
so i miss the internet a lot. i haven't gone this long without it for a year. what i wouldn't give to read one blog. watch ONE YouTube video. even trawl through some dire trash emails. i want to tweet and update facebook. i want to aimlessly stumble through the web. and google things when i want. i also want to post this NOW. not in a weeks time. i believe these are withdrawal symptoms from an unhealthy drug. i don't like it. at all. you'd think a house with mugs which say 'http error; coffee cannot be found' would at least have some sort of wi-fi.i'm just bored. i don't have anything to do. it's not even the good kind of bored. the kind i like. it's the kind where i want to dwindle away the hours on msn. but i can't. i miss my friends.
Thursday 4pm:
the neighbours are pretty damned insistent on playing Michael Jackson; beat it, smooth criminal, billie jean, etc etc. you name it, they've played it. twice. but i think i've got over my internet withdrawal. the weather is beautiful. today was the first time in four days that i'd seen a cloud. i'm even getting used to the heat. and have perfected a way of tanning (no burns included). i have also gone a bit mad with my camera; i've taken photos of everything. i love holidays. even though they make me a tad schizo. Friday 8am:
last night my brother was violently ill at a restaurant. all over the table. it was possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life. this wasn't the worst thing however. my dad took my brother home, leaving my myself and my mother to walk home. i was wearing five inch heels. i have the blisters to prove it. yowch! 11am:
at the beach! my gosh, it's incredibly glorious. the sea is that fictional turquoise you only ever see in movies. the sand is soft yet lethal with heat. the water is just indescribably gorgeous. i've never been in a sea so warm. the waves are gentle and rhythmical. it's just perfect. 8pm:
tonight we found the most amazing restaurant, WITH wi-fi! i practically screamed and jumped out of my seat. and then i discovered that it was the worst wi-fi on the entire planet. i'm pretty used to being disappointed on the internet front, but that was a little mean. anyway. i love going to different countires because of their different cuisine. i've had calamari three times this week. you can never get squid in England, and when you do, it's nasty. and i had these HUGE whitebait as a starter, i've never seen them so big before. i really really like the fish here. Saturday 6pm;
just a little drive they said. up to the mountains they said. one day i will learn that parents lie. i've just wasted four hours of my life going to the top of a mountain, surrounded by trees, so i couldn't see a god damned thing anyway. also, when i said (after three hours of winding roads) that the feeling of carsickness was too much, both of my parents said 'oh, we thought you'd grown out of that.' it's clear i'm completely ignored in this family. excellent. Sunday 4pm:
this is what happens before i go out for dinner. i get a little too excited.
Monday 4pm:
we went to the water park! so everything cost a bomb, and there wasn't air conditioning, but i went on more rides in the last hour than in the entire day. it was also pretty clear that most of the lifeguards thought they were gods gift to women, although some of them looked like they could have been... and when one playfully splashed me, i couldn't resist returning the favour. after spending the past week with only leering old waiters paying me any "attention" it seemed perfectly adequate. however, i know the lifeguards do it to everyone, i'm not that naive. today, was fun. Tuesday 9pm:
the final day was spent relaxing by the pool, in the pool and in the village. the restaurant, called The Elephant, had this two man band playing live Greek music, and then some dancers turned up too. it was utterly surreal. i felt like i'd stepped into a movie. loads of people got up and danced. since, i don't dance, i remained with my calamari. although i felt rotten when the waiter asked me to dance, and i said i couldn't. thankfully i pulled off the excuse that i hadn't brought my dancing shoes; i can barely walk in my six inchers, let alone dance. overall it was a beautiful evening, who knows, we might even come back again next year. Wednesday! 12pm:
on the road to the airport, i cant believe i'm going home. driving back through the south of Cyprus, today i can really appreciate how gorgeous this island is. fantastic coastline one side, breathtaking mountains the other. as much as i miss England still, i just know I'm going to miss the weather and simplistic beauty of here. i can see why the British love it so much. 9pm:
and nine hours later. after the horrendously busy airport the size of a mushroom, after the turbulent flight and hideous plane food, after an underground tube inside an airport. we finally got into the car. this morning i woke up in one of the hottest, most beautiful countries i have ever visited. tonight, i will go to sleep in the most selfish and temperamental weathered country in the world. but it's my home. and as much as it truely, truely pains me to say it, i love England. that statement goes against pretty much everything i stand for, considering i own a rather odd ring, with a bird on it, to signify that one day i will take fight and leave this country. however, for now, this country, is perfect; mainly because of the excellent 3G and wi-fi.and finally...
i can post this! at 8:30 am on a thursday morning in August. (would you believe i've already been up for two hours?!) and boy. doesn't it feel weird that it's August already? apologies for the novel-length post. and i have some more photos to come later!
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Great to have you and your blog back =) xx
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