My partner and I went to Cyprus for our holiday last year. One day we drove up in the Troodos mountains. We stopped the car in a lay-by to admire the view. An old man approached us, smiling broadly, with a bucket full of beautiful fresh fruit.

At first we thought he was trying to sell us some, but then we realised he just wanted to give some to us. We couldn't thank him as neither of us speak a word of Greek. We just smiled and nodded, and my partner shook him by the hand.

We came back from that holiday with very warm feelings towards Cyprus and Cypriots.

Shelley