Tuesday, December 13/2016

Out along Dhekelia Road in search of a tailor recommended by Ailsa. I expect to spot the shop, Elegante, on the left and then get out at the next stop and walk back. In the event, I overshoot, realising when the bus passes the Pyla turn off. Ask to get off, somewhat to the consternation of the driver. Usual translation difficulties ensue. He appears to be asking if I want Jillia. Jillia? In any case, I don't - I just want to get out as soon as possible and not travel any further before I start walking back. Here? Yes, here. Thank you. Can quite see his difficulty, as I've insisted on being let out nowhere near a bus stop at a point in the road with fields on one side and a deserted beach on the other. No buildings. Obviously I'm unlikely to head to the beach for a solitary swim or have a rendez-vous with a lover in the field, but impossible to explain. Pleasant walk back, though, carrying my bag of fabric. Warm breeze and probably no more than half a mile. Mario, the tailor, is marvellous. No translation difficulties here - if English isn't his first language it was learned very early. No trace of an accent other than British. He's thoroughly professional, soft spoken, modest, quick on the uptake, truly lovely. And some hope of a jacket before Christmas.