ha, that's made me remember some bad 'uns

1) A not entirely legit crossing into Northern Cyprus and up into the panhandle, to a gorgeous beach with miles of golden sands, not a soul to be seen. car parked miles from the water. easily 35C plus, in the shade (had there been any). late afternoon, full sun. 7 year old barefoot CWC goes tearing out across the sand. JESUS BLOODY CHRIST SAND GETS HOT!!! Burnt the soles of my fecking feet it did. Took several hours for that tantrum to subside. Apparently *I* ruined the afternoon. Fuckers.

2) Different dodgy trip across the border, to a beach in Famagusta. No-one told me not to go up to the barbed wires (or not enough times for a 7yo CWC to have heard, anyway) and well, the bombed out ruins looked interesting. DAD!!! THE SOLDIER IS POINTING HIS GUN AT ME!! DAD!!!!!! HE'S POINTING A BLOODY GUN AT ME!!!!!! Another trip *I* apparently ruined. Fuckers.

3) Ayia Napa beach (back when it was 3 tavernas and diddly squat else), swimming lessons in the sea. parents moving further back everytime i got close, til I was well out of my depth and struggling. Something brushes my leg, I flip out and half drown. after tantrum has subsided on the beach (several hours) later, A couple of snorkellers are overheard describing the small shark they'd seen by the moored boats. obviously not connected but would I go back in the sea? Would I f**k. And yet again, apparently *I* ruined the trip. Fuckers.

Not sure I have too many fond memories of beaches, come to think of it. and I still cant swim very well...

Posted By: CWC, Oct 9, 21:04:49