Come and do some fast living ....... literally dahlink!

This is going to confuse you more than the scoring system in a diving contest. Yep, following my post about the Olympics, we are now going back to my holiday in Cyprus.

Yes, I know that I am going backwards, but I have got loads of photographs that would otherwise go to waste. When I say 'waste', I mean that I would file them in my 'pictures folder' and spend the rest of my life wondering what to do with them, but not wanting to delete them.

That's the problem with digital photography, that is. You end up with thousands more pictures than you did in the olden days when you had to have a film developed by a man in a darkened room. A man who would subsequently raise his eyebrows at you in a disapproving way if there were any saucy pictures in there when you went to collect them.

That's what my friend told me anyway. And it's probably why polaroids were invented. They say that inventions often grow from a need in the market, and I reckon that Mr Polaroid was a bit kinky .... maybe dogging or something similar.

Blimey, how old fashioned is the word 'kinky'?

Anyway, I digress. Back to Cyprus ......... as you might already know, I like things with engines. Even better, I like things with engines that go really fast.

So imagine my delight when my ex-Father-and Mother-in-law (whom Steve, Izzy and me were visiting) announced that they had procured a speedboat prior to our arrival. It was like ordering a pizza and finding that there aren't any olives on it. Or Tuna (barf - it squeaks when you eat it). Or anchovies (honk - like eating fishy slugs).

Even better, it had been planned that we were going to spend a day out on it! Kerrrrrching squared!

Anyway, because I am kinder than Ghandi, except I have more clothing varieties, I have got some pictures (digital but not saucy) for you to look at .......................

Pic.No.1 We drove to a bay called Latchi to pick up the speedboat. It was a 25 foot long beast. Woof

Pic.No.2 Before you could say 'hold onto your false teeth', we were speeding around the headland towards a reputedly stunning diving location (That's Steve driving, with the ex-outlaws in the back)

Pic.No.3 Izzy had refused to part with her pirate headgear ever since our jaunt on the pirate ship

Vid.No.1 We crank up the speedboat as we hit the open sea. Bloody marvellous it was (24 seconds)

Pic.No.4 This is why you shouldn't go on holiday with an ex-boyfriend. He is shooting me in the back of the head whilst I am trying to look mysterious like James Bond

Pic.No.5 We finally arrived at the diving mecca; 'the Blue Lagoon' around from Latchi Bay, and dropped anchor

Pic.No.6 Let the diving commence. This is the ex-Father-in-law reaching the depths. I had an underwater camera case with me, which made these shots possible. But this time I remembered to seal the case so that I didn't destroy my camera like I did in Florida (opens in a separate window)

Pic.No.7 Izzy has always been a water baby and took to snorkelling like a fish. Not that fish do snorkelling mind you. They kind of flap their gills and say 'wob wob'

Pic.No.8 Izzy spent hours trying to catch fish

Pic.No.9 It's me - At last! It was all fish, weeds and sand down at the bottom of the sea .... and totally impossible to quaff the old Bolly

Pic.No.10 Izzy's red hair looked totally, madly great when it was underwater

Pic.No.11 After an hour of diving, we moved to a calmer part of the Blue Lagoon so that we could get a clearer view of under-the-sea .... it was amazing ..... you could see for miles 

Pic.No.12 And then a marvellous multi-coloured fish swam by (in the middle of the picture)

Pic.No.13 So I followed it, and watched as it met up with it's multi-coloured chum and went for a swim

Pic.No.14 And then the fish gave me a quick nod before heading off into the clear blue waters. I would have eaten it, but it looked like it tasted of anchovies

Pic.No.15 After a hard day's diving, it was time for me to dry off by reclining on the deck (that's the Blue Lagoon in the background)

Pic.No.16 Steve tries to look sultry. He would have pulled it off if he hadn't have been wearing speedos (the little tight ones). I have a theory that it is impossible to look sultry if your nads are hoinked-in with Lycra

Pic.No.17 We finally headed back home to Latchi with ex-Father-in-law at the controls

Pic.No.18 The outlaws relax with drink next to the Marina at Latchi

Pic.No.19. Steve and Izzy stuff their faces with ice-cream

Pic.No.20 And then we all had dinner at a rather lovely seaside restaurant (clockwise from bottom left: Izzy, Sue, Moi, Steve and Paul)

Pic.No.21 Because the restaurant was foreign, I accidentally ordered a seafood platter. The chips were nice

Pic.No.22 Izzy tried to catch the sun as it set over the mountains around Latchi Bay. She missed, and it ended up landing on her Pirate hat

Pic.No.23 The trip home from Latchi to Pegia was spectacular ..... winding through mountainous roads with perilous drops

Pic.No.24 .... Look! It's a bush with some mountains behind

Pic.No.25 See that little A to B on the left hand side of the island? That's the route that we took from Latchi to Pegia today

So dahlink, that was my trip to the Blue Lagoon. I don't normally like diving because the sea has got bits in it. But I have to say, being in the Meditarrean changes your opinion somewhat. 

Have you had a summer holiday this year?

P.S. What do you do with all your digital photographs?