Saturday, August 15, 2009

This time I tried harder...

...we returned to Ayia Napa. We promised ourselves a drink and a dance, but we were too early. The only dancer was a young woman paid to attract punters to the bar. We watched in silence, the music too loud for us to talk. Myrna was disdainful. She could dance better. I agreed. The place this time, reminded me of the scene in Le Scaphandre et le Papillon when Bouby walks the night streets of Lourdes haunted by visions of neon Madonnas, while his lover lies in their hotel bed lit by crimson light. You can't help but feel lonely in a place like this.

A rubbish truck, at 12 past midnight, to end.

1 comment:

  1. 'Ayia Napa/Shag a slapper'

    english chant. just came to mind. you must be off season, which is lucky for you if you read this article