So - we left the Testosteronies to get on with their debauchery, and us nice people (ladies, children, dog and for a short while, a soiled whining stray kitten - Cyprus really is mainly cats) got on with our day.
First stop was to visit the grave of my great uncle Gordon, who passed away on the island in 2013. Since my alcoholics-in-denial parents were involved, we drank champagne in his memory and generally shared some sad-but-happy pre-wedding atmosphere with him, and each other.
Next stop was ice-cream, weird bread and small bedraggled cat episodes in between car journeys full of small chocolate-covered cousins in voluptuous hats.
While the foolish fool-men slept off their hangovers and dirty deeds of the night before, the lady-contingent assembled into Hen Party Formation. We took a coach a few hours into the foothills of the Troodos Mountains, to drink wine at a little vineyard and celebrate Alis, my cousin's very beautiful and lovely wife-to-be.
The next day, the Tedious Englishman and I only had the morning before having to hop back on a plane to London, so we spent our time playing with small cousin-people and climbing a few more raggedy rock formations: