Our adventures in the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus continue....

We had the first viewing on our villa this morning. A bit quicker than expected but suppose the luck of the draw. Suppose we will have to wait to see if there is a second viewing to assess if they liked it a bit.

This afternoon, Joan and I went over to Nicosia to see a a couple of friends there and tell them about our intention, then we crossed over the border to do first some shopping and then to Larnaca airport, to collect Arie, who is arriving from Holland. This is his sort of annual holiday which he uses to wind down for a couple of weeks and who can blame him, with a 13 year old son and 16 year old daughter to bring up on his own.

Traditionally, his Amsterdam flight always arrives at around 8.30 so that we can make it back here to Ezic Chicken for a very late dinner. Oh boy, this time he didn't land until almost 10 o'clock. We were all starving, so by the time he got his luggage there was only one place to go, under the big yellow M on the south side. A definite reminder as to why I never normally eat a Big Mac, or anything resembling it, but when you are very hungry it sort of satisfies a need.