Cyprus Funfair Adventure Part two

After that I just kept going. I only stopped once to re-fuel the lorry with my Cyprus supply. You could smell the difference, it was high in sulphur content. I phoned “d” a couple of times , he was about an hour behind me. It was late when I got to the yard in Glasgow. I stopped the engine and slowly eased out of the driving seat. My whole body was stiff and aching. The next day I started the engine to move the ride into a position were I could empty it. A red warning light glowed in the dash. The alternator fan belt had broken. Good job it didn’t happen last night! My father arrived and we off loaded the settees, market stall, barrels and the luggage. I even drained the fuel out of the generator and replaced it with gas oil. At last, job done!

I had been in Cyprus for five months. Paphos had pulled us through. At times it had been hard and we had eaten a lot of home made soup. Even then we had enjoyed the company and surroundings. My profit was two settees , some barrels of diesel ,a small amount of cash and a suntan. Just before I left the Irishman paid me the £250 for the work I had done for him. The whole trip was a great experience and I thought we could maybe return there next winter. My kids had a great time, especially “w”, for months she had bounced on the Irishman’s trampolines non-stop, like a piston in an engine. She was so small, yet so good at bouncing , it looked like a supernatural phenomenon! As for the permanent park- more rides and games went out, but business was poor. Mr “A” had a fall out with George and the park closed and everybody ended up in the courts. After three months of being closed, everyone disbanded and went their own way. I have never seen Mr “A” since. That was the end of Cyprus for the fair. It took me until December that year to finish the renovation work to the caravan. We are still living in it now. I’ve told my wife- “our next caravan is a house!” I hope to have one within this year.