It was a later start to the day, as we headed out around 08:45 for breakfast. We wandered into town, unsure where to go, but ultimately decided on one last visit to Christanthis. This time I went sweet, and had the cookie dough pancakes. I figured they couldn't be as filling as the last stack. Surely? Well, the last stack wasn't held together by a stick stabbed through them. These were, and that should have been a sign. They weren’t quite as sweet as the pancakes from Edem’s Yard, but were still incredibly filling. Four big fluffy pancakes smothered in Nutella between each one, something biscuit-y crumbled on top, a scoop of ice cream, and then drizzled with a thick milk chocolate sauce. I tried, but once again failed to complete the task at hand.

When we left there, we walked to the Church of Saint Lazarus one last time, and then to seafront where we looked out to sea for a while before starting our walk back to the AirBNB for the final time. We’d got just under two hours to pack, clean, and check out. Easy.

We headed back out minutes before the check-out time, and had about two hours until we needed to be at the airport. The bus ride only takes fifteen minutes, so we’d got well over an hour to decide what to do about lunch. We walked along Finikoudes until we decided to sit in the shade for a while. This was Carmen’s last chance to have ice cream on the holiday so we headed over to the nearest kiosk and ordered a cone each. I had a scoop of rum & raisin, and Carmen had a scoop of chocolate, and a scoop of Oreo, thinking that having two scoops they’d reduce the size of each one to make them fit the cone better. Nope! It was a mountain of ice cream, but she enjoyed it.

After finishing the ice cream we continued to sit. Dark clouds started to roll in to the north, so we decided that rather than be along the beach when it arrived, we should walk to the Central Station so we’d be sheltered there should it arrive before the bus.

Twenty minutes after arriving at the station we were on the bus, this time it costing €2.30 each so was strangely slightly cheaper than the last bus ride. This took a fairly direct route to the airport along roads that felt familiar from the race at the weekend.

Check-in was quick and easy, and we were through the border control and security in no time. There’s quite a few shops on the other side, so we checked what the options were for buying food for the flight. This was something we’d need as there’d be no chance for me to eat between leaving the airport, and getting home at what would be the Cyprus equivalent of 01:00 the next day. Based on this, I had a Burger King meal whilst waiting, and had packed a baguette to eat before landing in Gatwick.

When boarding the aircraft we spotted that it’d started raining again. It was lucky this didn’t cause too much turbulence. It’s been a while since I last went on an aircraft the day after running a marathon. This time, I think my legs felt an awful lot better. I think probably because I’d walked so much during the race this time. My cold had gotten worse since yesterday though, so still wasn't a pleasant flight.

The flight left slightly early, and landed even earlier than scheduled. Sadly there was no skybridge to the terminal, which meant walking out into the rain from the aircraft, and walking across the tarmac to an open door a couple of hundred metres away. I wanted to run between the two, but felt that maybe someone suddenly running across the airport tarmac would not be appreciated. Border control and baggage collection didn’t take long, nor did the wait for the shuttle bus, which was handy.

The first time I visited Cyprus was as a solo traveller, and the second time I was with Carmen, but nobody knew we’d traveled together. For my third time, people knew we were going there together. Unless I one day race in Paphos, or maybe in one of the Northern Cypriot cities, I expect my time visiting Cyprus is now at an end.