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[miltiades]

On the way to the Limassol Port the taxi driver who was taking me along with my accompanying family to the Old Port told me that he had spent 2 years in London , and gave me some advice . He said " watch those English girls , they are any one's for a cup of tea " !!!! So excitedly looking forward to offering the first English girl a cup of tea in exchange for the finer things of life I was , just brushed aside the episode in Marseilles and focused on the English girls the taxi driver spoke off. How bloody wrong he was !!!

We are awaiting the next episode impatiently,miltiade....
The more detail the better....What did you do when you first got there? Where did you live?? What was ur first impressions??? What was the first advice your older brother gave you???Your first job???? Your first English kiss??? first real date????

We arrived at Victoria station late night on October 30th 1961 .
It had been a journey of excitement for me any way , a journey that lasted for 6 days that seemed like weeks . I got off the train having collected my one suitcase and a Paploma , a heavy duvet type of bed cover , and headed off to the concourse anxiously waiting for my brother. In those days there was no way that we could communicate , not only mobiles had not been invented but even ordinary phones were rare and far between , even in London.
I drugged my self up to the concourse and waited and waited and waited. Slowly the passengers begun to leave including the three young lads all wishing me the very best and exchanging addresses. I assured them that I would be OK and that my older brother , Rikkos was his name then , would turn up , still waited and everyone had long disappeared , no sign of Rikkos the Plonker yet , I begun to feel a little insecure and was considering getting a taxi to the address that my father had had sawed into the inside of of my coat , and then he appeared , no word of lie the eccentric to be turned up wearing , guess what , a bloody bowler hat just as he is wearing one right now almost 50 years later !!! A very good looking man Eric was , a bit of a heartthrob to the ladies and boy did he have some ladies !
He welcomed me and quickly asked if I had any money !!!!!
As I learned later he was out of work and broke !!

[BirKibrisli]

On the way to the Limassol Port the taxi driver who was taking me along with my accompanying family to the Old Port told me that he had spent 2 years in London , and gave me some advice . He said " watch those English girls , they are any one's for a cup of tea " !!!! So excitedly looking forward to offering the first English girl a cup of tea in exchange for the finer things of life I was , just brushed aside the episode in Marseilles and focused on the English girls the taxi driver spoke off. How bloody wrong he was !!!

We are awaiting the next episode impatiently,miltiade....
The more detail the better....What did you do when you first got there? Where did you live?? What was ur first impressions??? What was the first advice your older brother gave you???Your first job???? Your first English kiss??? first real date????

We arrived at Victoria station late night on October 30th 1961 .
It had been a journey of excitement for me any way , a journey that lasted for 6 days that seemed like weeks . I got off the train having collected my one suitcase and a Paploma , a heavy duvet type of bed cover , and headed off to the concourse anxiously waiting for my brother. In those days there was no way that we could communicate , not only mobiles had not been invented but even ordinary phones were rare and far between , even in London.
I drugged my self up to the concourse and waited and waited and waited. Slowly the passengers begun to leave including the three young lads all wishing me the very best and exchanging addresses. I assured them that I would be OK and that my older brother , Rikkos was his name then , would turn up , still waited and everyone had long disappeared , no sign of Rikkos the Plonker yet , I begun to feel a little insecure and was considering getting a taxi to the address that my father had had sawed into the inside of of my coat , and then he appeared , no word of lie the eccentric to be turned up wearing , guess what , a bloody bowler hat just as he is wearing one right now almost 50 years later !!! A very good looking man Eric was , a bit of a heartthrob to the ladies and boy did he have some ladies !
He welcomed me and quickly asked if I had any money !!!!!
As I learned later he was out of work and broke !!

Maybe he had to walk all the way,miltiade,that was why he was late.... To be out of work in the 60s must've taken some doing...
I am going to bed soon...Hope to find another episode when I wake up tomorrow...No pressure now...

[Bananiot]

Miltiades, can you name some other ships that took Cypriots abroad at the time. I seem to remember one called Massalia (or something to that effect). That is the one my brother boarded in 1958 to go to London.

[miltiades]

Miltiades, can you name some other ships that took Cypriots abroad at the time. I seem to remember one called Massalia (or something to that effect). That is the one my brother boarded in 1958 to go to London.

Massalia was the one that my father , brother and sister sailed with. A very popular vessel at the time. My ship the FOKEA - pronounced FOSHIA was ferrying Israeli passenger to and from France to Israel stopping on the way to pick up Cypriot passengers.

[lioness 2]

Next instalment please

[kafenes]

Miltiades, can you name some other ships that took Cypriots abroad at the time. I seem to remember one called Massalia (or something to that effect). That is the one my brother boarded in 1958 to go to London.

Bananiot, I remember one which was the Messapia. A cargo and passenger ship.

http://www.shipsandharbours.com/picture/number5929.asp


http://www.ibiblio.org/maritime/media/d ... &pid=35583

[denizaksulu]

Miltiades, can you name some other ships that took Cypriots abroad at the time. I seem to remember one called Massalia (or something to that effect). That is the one my brother boarded in 1958 to go to London.

Bananiot, I remember one which was the Messapia. A cargo and passenger ship.

http://www.shipsandharbours.com/picture/number5929.asp


http://www.ibiblio.org/maritime/media/d ... &pid=35583

Thats right. The Messapia and her sister ship Enotria plied the routes through the Corinthian Canal to either Venice or Genoa. Stopping at Pireaus ofcourse.

[denizaksulu]

While Milti is preparing to travel back to the UK, I will jump in and write a few lines.

My experience at Victoria station was slightly different. I was greeted by my uncle (1964) and we caught a taxi. My mouth dropped open when I saw a young couple in a deep embrace, searching for each others tonsils with their tongues. As the taxi turned around the corner I could not keep my eyes off them as I had never seen such 'explicit' 'sexual' behaiviour before. The guy whose face was towards me saw me staring through the open taxi window with mouth agape and shouted ' what the huck are you staring at' and gave me what I thought was a 'Churchillian salute'. That was my first experience of the V-sign. I kept on wondering why Churchill gave everybody the V sign for a long time. Rude man.

Hurry up Milti, I cant wait for your next instalment.

[bill cobbett]

Well really! This won't do!

Our Deniz and Pappou Miltiades are are a couple of Yiannis Come Lately's to our Beloved London. Would say I might be able to remember London in the late '50s, or at least very early '60s, but won't, as will be giving away my age, and that really wouldn't do.

[Get Real!]

We arrived at Victoria station late night on October 30th 1961 .

For the love of God, can Admin ban me on humanitarian grounds?