Star Trekkers

Here is Sarah's and Sue's poem from our last evening at the Club Malibu - for those not on email!!

Twas on Good Friday April 2009
We started our walk at Korucam coastline
‘Oh no’ Anita was heard to exclaim
We’re missing George, oh what a shame

Suddenly John looked all of a dither
And sent Dave to go fetch him hither
Outside the Mambo, George was at
No one to talk to, he was feeling flat

At last off we went with Alison guiding
Sarah, Don and Bob all striding
John and Sue strolled looking around
beautiful flowers the countryside crowned.

We started on Saturday from Gecitkoy dam
And climbed up towards Restaurant Kozan
We were all feeling hungry, with rumbling tummies
Our lunch, like yesterday, we knew would be yummy.

Margaret and Jan made a fantastic spread
We all dug in, there were 4 types of bread.
John hurried us off we all gave them thanks
The next thing we saw was a bloody big tank!!

We met on Sunday and continued on walking
And still all we heard was George Marek talking.
Angela and Alison looking for flowers
We could have done this for hours and hours

We walk down the road to the army base
When out of the bushes came a smiling face
His name was Onur he would escort us through
The route we were going he vaguely knew.

We started to walk we did not hang
When suddenly there was a great big bang
We were assured we wouldn’t get shot
Well maybe only the South Cyprus lot.

We walked past a pond full of duck
Just get me to the end I don’t give a monkeys
The hill at the end made our hearts sank
Now we needed that bloody big tank.

Up the hill we march in the sun
Now this for sure was not very fun
Up ahead we saw Bellapais Abbey
The finishing line we were all very happy.

On Easter Monday we continued to walk
And still all we heard was George Marek talk.
Zdenka sat in the car with Dave
She went past with the royal wave.

John was keen to tan his chest
So off his white shirt he did undress
Sarah snapped a photo for ‘The Sun’
The headline ‘Corrie street actor undone’

We were all flagging by the end of the day
At lovers leap we so wanted to stay
But down we went to where once the monks thrived
Walking back up, we barely survived.

On day five we headed East
Looking forward to our lunchtime feast
Under the trees we saw a gap
And there sat a man in a Muslim hat

The café was owned by Mustafa Bunn
And his wife Fatima – Oh what fun
We had a good laugh and ate all we could
We especially enjoyed orange and apricot pudd.

Wednesday Claire came to walk
With us all she intended to talk
Philip told her he was a Greek spy
Somehow, I feel he was telling a lie.

Anita and Margaret with their bucket list
Lots of adventure they don’t want to miss.
Next time on Wimbledon you hear the word ‘out’
Have a good look, is that Anthony’s shout?

The funniest thing that I ever heard
When interviewed George hardly said a word
I really don’t understand this guy
Actually, I think he is rather shy.

On Thursday we came with cases packed
We were told to home we would not come back
Kantara village was the beginning
We certainly felt we were a winning.

Gaily walking in the sunshine
We were all feeling so fine
Suddenly the rain came down
You should have seen the walkers’ frowns.

Then as we got wetter and wetter
No one seemed to feel any better
We all resembled drowning rats
We just kept walking…..that was that.

We came off the ridge down to the sea
The sun starting shining we were filled with glee
And instead of us all asking ourselves why?
We were feeling good and at last dry.

To the Malibu beach we did head
With our great rooms looking over the Med
A few beers at the bar and then dinner
I think some of us will be getting thinner and thinner.

On Friday we had a lovely walk
Nothing happened I need to report
Back at the hotel some us went for a swim
Even the non-walkers Bernie and Tim

Tomorrow to Cape Zafer we will go
And then we can rest our blistered toes
Blisters, red legs and veins we had too
But I know we will all make it through.

I feel this poem now needs to close
Otherwise you all might dose
So a big thank you to John, Alison and the Daves
For the time, energy and love you gave.

A big thank you from all our tummies
Margaret and Jan the food was yummy
Thanks to all our walking friends
Who stayed with us round every bend.

Just one more thing I need to recount
I walked for Roy who I am now without
He died in January, what a sad day
But I know he was with me all the way.

I love and miss you all the time
And now I toast you with my wine.