I've just returned from two weeks in gloriously hot sunshine in Cyprus. Apart from the traveling time, 4.5 hrs out and 5 back, plus the hour to and from the airports it was a blissfully relaxing fortnight.
We treated ourselves to an adult only hotel, with a premium room and extra large balcony with sun beds overlooking a fabulous horse shoe bay of sand and clear blue warm sea, perfect. Half board meant too much food of course but I did pack my trainers and was determined to run. I did. Twice.
The first attempt was at 7 a.m. one morning, the temperature was already 26 degrees. I completed the almost 3K on the coast path into Agia Napa fairly quickly and was very happy with my efforts, the return journey though became very hard work, the sun was on my back and it was very slightly uphill and I did not run the whole way. For my second attempt I set out much nearer to 6 a.m. It was slightly cooler, again I ran the whole way into the harbour but at a slower pace which allowed me to run more on the way back, only slowing to drink a few times.
Two runs in a fortnight isn't very good going at all so I'm trying to justify the amount of food I consumed with the other activities I took part in!
We walked, a lot, in searing temperatures, into Agia Napa several times, to beaches on either side of ours and only got lost once. We swam every day of course, usually twice in the sea and in the pool. Steve took part in the water polo and volley ball in the pool most days, I would have loved to join in but getting water in my ear is not an option so I watched from the sidelines. We hired a buggy and drove to the border of the Turkish occupied part of Cyprus. We both sunburnt our legs on that trip.
Very daringly, we plucked up courage to take a paraflying trip. Those of you that know me will also know that I cannot do boats. We planned to be the first customers and kept our fingers crossed that we wouldn't have to share the speedboat with others. We were strapped in and away we went, up, up, up. The view was amazing, it was quiet and peaceful and all was well until Steve mentioned the creaking of the straps holding us to the parachute! A gentle dunking preceded a perfect and graceful landing back onto the speedboat.
Next, jet skiing. I knew Steve was quite desperate to have a go. I wasn't. I do not like being in deep water and the thought of being out there on something so small not to mention the whole water moving part of the experience, you'll forgive me for feeling just a little apprehensive! Our first trip, yes first, was awesome. We got soaked and I don't know why but I wasn't upset by the movement. It was exhilarating, energizing and something I was more than happy to do again the following day. This activity will not taking part in English waters you understand and I doubt I'll ever go out again if I come off!
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