Lost in Limassol

Not having been away since August, we were in serious need of some winter sun or at least some early spring sun so we consulted our personal travel adviser. In order to protect the innocent we will refer to him using his code name, Tufty. Without hesitation he suggested Cyprus, telling us with much enthusiasm that it was "Civilized Greece". Now Tufty has never let us down with his advice of where to go on holiday, he is after all a well travelled member of an international travel company, who for legal reasons, can't be named! We booked the all inclusive hotel outside Limassol and duly arrived on Wednesday~ along with many other Saga louts. The average age of the guests is about 150 so when Sue and I arrived, the age plummeted dramatically. I know I'm not getting any younger but even we look young in comparison to most of our fellow guests.

Not to be deterred or phased by the feeling that it felt like we'd come on holiday with our parents, we settled into the routine of hotel life. The morning bun fight, aka breakfast is the first bit of excitement of the day and always seems to take longer than it should. This is partly due to the fact that most of the guests have difficulty using modern technology, like the touch button coffee machines. This is followed by energetic exercise such as Tai Chi, clock darts or cocktail making. A siesta by the pool and then lunch which is followed by another siesta. Pre dinner drinks are taken in the lobby area where the helpful Polish staff grapple with the intricate mixing of cocktails such as gin and tonics, whiskey and coke and vodka and lemonade.
The dress code for dinner means that gentlemen have to wear long trousers and ladies must present themselves in skirts or dresses. Avoiding getting stuck next to the boring couple from Glasgow has become one of our specialist games, not because they're boring but because we can't understand a word that they say! We have noticed that there is one lady who always has her own table reserved,a matriarchal figure who seems to spread a look of terror into the waitresses and waiters. After a little digging I found out that she is a German lady who spends 3 months every year in the hotel! No wonder she gets her own table.
After all the excitement of the day, Sue and I looked forward to the evening entertainment. A Frank Sinatra/Dean Martin tribute evening was performed by one of the very talented resort reps on Thursday night but this was surpassed by a couple called Ron And Mary from Doncaster who jived, twisted and bunny hopped on the dance floor for the last 20 minutes of the action packed day and they were aged 78 and 79! Sue and I sat at the bar in admiration of their energy and youthfulness. Total respect goes to Ron and Mary!
We look forward to another action packed day tomorrow. Maybe Tufty is trying to tell me something?