Braving the sea

OK, so finally I was convinced to make my way alone to the water, kitted out with shorts I'd originally bought for our Pafos jeep trip. But don't expect me to remove that t-shirt and expose my pale skin to the sun. A part of me would really love to dive into the waves and swim off to the little churchly islet, but then I'd also love to fly to Mars in a rocket ship. My compromise was standing like a statue in the water while the waves did their best to sway my stubborn body.