To Vlachos by bus. Buses here always a bit of an adventure. There are printed timetables but they can't always compete with reality. The bus may be late, or equally well arrive early. So we go out early and catch the first of two heading out Dhekelia Road. The driver kindly watches out for the restaurant for us, but we're fairly good at spotting it after dark ourselves now. Result is that we're about three quarters of an hour early, in preference to arriving ten minutes late. Time for a stroll first.
The occasion is Ailsa and Harry's anniversary - which was actually on Tuesday, but this is the first convenient dinner day. Should have been ten of us but three can't come, which leaves A and H, Jane and Bill, and Jan, who went to Morocco with Jane a couple of years back. Vlachos outdoes itself. And we benefit from being polite about changing tables in favour of a larger party, with extra starters. Halloumi and artichokes as well as the usual array that would be more than a meal in itself - enormous Greek salads, dips, kohlrabi sticks, beetroot, pilaf, warm pita breads, olives, an egg dish. And this all before our main dishes, which are, variously, moussaka, rabbit stifado, liver and onions. And pork souvlaki. Unordered dessert as well - Greek pasteries.
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