“Why not come for a walk with our walking group” said Matthew, a statement that should have set the alarm bells ringing. But it is the new year and we are all filled with the thoughts of getting fit so we decided it would be a good idea. Just a mere 12 Kilometers, a bracing walk in the fresh air and you get to take in the local scenery.
The fact that it was at Tzada was what should have rung the alarm bells, Tzada sits peacefully atop a large hill! So there we were 9:30 on a Friday morning with a chill wind blowing and ice on the top of the puddles (yes even in Cyprus). 22 keen ramblers ready for the off, well 20. I have to admit there were 2 who were beginning to wonder just why they were there.
We were off; straight down a steep winding hill and I could not help thinking what goes down must come up if we are to return to our starting point. There are many such groups here in Cyprus who spend their time walking the hills, studying archeology, the stars, flowers or anything else perceivable. Such groups are a fact of expat life wherever you go, lets face it anybody who is willing to uproot themselves and go living in strange lands by default has an inquiring mind. It never ceases to amaze me the truly knowledgeable people who you meet in expat circles.
On reaching the bottom of the hill predictably we started a long drawn out ascent onto the top of the next one, it was about this time I was beginning to wish there was something slightly stronger in my water bottle! The graded road gave way to tarmac and then to a muddy track, the old ladies in the village we passed through gave us a strange look and in return we wished them good morning in our best Greek.

By now my legs were beginning to disown me, I hastily glanced at my watch 11am must be about half way surely. Oh God still six more K’s to go. My calculations were based on the vague recollection of the old military rule 3 miles (5k) per hour plus half an hour for each 1,000 feet climbed.
There was some nice scenery though most of the time my head seemed to be bowed as I plodded on, failure was not an option. Lets face it even if you gave up you would still have had to walk all the way back. Michele who this time last year was undergoing Chemotherapy was equally stoical plodding on along side me, another reason I would have not given up.
Finally the end was in sight and my legs were becoming wobbly, really I should have gone and done some training before attempting such a walk. But hey, I did it and I have to admit I actually enjoyed it after a fashion, there was certainly a sense of achievement at the end. Michele too did brilliantly, finishing I think in slightly better shape than me.