Amusing recollections of a British expat moving to Cyprus and certainly a cautionary tale. I won't do that myself! Reminded me of the 'gringo' treatment I have heard related from those who vacation or move to Mexico or Central America. Many people feel perfectly justified in re-distributing wealth, even if it is only relative wealth.
There were maybe a dozen typos or spelling errors and I was a bit confused as to whether the wife's name was Jo or Chrissy. The book was apparently written before the recent financial debacle in Cyprus--I wonder if things have changed.
Like a lot of people we had a dream. To live in the sun and take life one small step at a time. Kick back, sit back, lie back, be an ex-pat on my back and watch the world go by. With our two trusty dogs, Harvey and Holly, the 'H' Team, we wanted to move from wet and cold Britain to Cyprus, land of the sun and a place where living would be easier. Ohh, but it was an eye opener, moving to Cyprus and within minutes of landing at Larnaca airport, the staff there had lost our dogs. That was the beginning of a long night and an even longer journey of discovery... not to mention the unforeseen expenses. "Welcome to Cyprus. Please ensure your passport and wallet are open."
About the Author
I was born in the corner of the living room, behind the TV. So said my father many times, and the family agreed whole heartedly. That seems to have set the tone for the rest of my life. In the corner or behind the TV, what is officially known about my birth is that it took place in England to working class parents. My mother inspired me to write, Doctor Who and Isaac Asimov inspired my love of science fiction, Monty Python inspired me to be silly and I blame Billy Connelly for my infrequent bursts of bad language. After an uninspiring bout of education at Grammar School, I failed my GCSEs miserably. I blamed it on too much revision and not enough coffee - yes I was addicted at an early age. After a number of years working in an office and gaining the giddy heights of special director at the age of twenty-two I did what only a child of indeterminate birthplace could do, I resigned. Personal computers had just been developed, and I wanted to buy one to become a writer. So I got a job in a warehouse shifting boxes. It paid better than office work and I could use my brain to write stories in between tea-breaks. That was forty years ago. Now, after forty years as a computer programmer, I have finally come full circle and have started a career in writing. I may pop my clogs tomorrow, but I have managed one thing on my list of things to do before I die, writing and publishing a book. I currently reside in the Republic of Cyprus with my wife and two mad English Springer Spaniels.