While you thought I was in the bathroom.

Today's blog is written by me, Andrew Fauble about my very first experience in Cyprus. I was walking through customs when two men approached me. They began to start asking me about some very delicate information, I had to get them to stop. "No hablo ingles," I stated as I waved them away. They nodded and  a few seconds later a guy with darker looking skin walked in, you could tell he was Spanish. "Hola," I stared. "Me llamo Sergio. Soy de Espana. No hablo ingles." " Hola," He shot back. "Buenos tardes," I replied. He started speaking Spanish quickly and rapidly, a language I could not really understand. I had no other options, so i began swinging and flailing my arms in an X shaped pattern. "NO HABLO ESPANOL! NO HABLO ESPANOL!" I yelled it over and over again. The two men were there and quickly grabbed my body and drug me into a small room off to the side of the building. There was nothing in there but a dim light and five men. I had to act before the interrogation games brought my vacation to a grueling halt. In an instant I elbowed the man holding me in the face, knocking him to the floor. At the same time I began to swing my arm into the exact location another man was pulling out  his gun, knocking it out of his hand and then following through into his face. I threw the rubber match I always keep in my pocket to a pack of live gun powder. In the guards brief reaction of fear I had half a second to think before anyone else could act against me. I was in an airport, so if I acted in a way in which to set me free and get out of the room, security would swarm around me making true escape hopeless.  I needed to find a much more isolated place. It would also indirectly affect every civilian in and around the place. So I cocked my arm back to a position to punch the next man, and as he flinched backwards I rested both my hands into a position where he could handcuff me easily. They brought me to a police car with an officer in the drivers seat and riding shotgun. They both had Glock pistols. I was placed in the middle of the car. Their first mistake. The middle seat created a blind spot for both other occupants for anything below my lower chest in the single mirror. It also  created a total blind spot of the peoples vision unless they turned completely around.  The car was an older model which had been converted into the current cop car it was. That told me the interior was mostly made of metal, much heavier and less fuel efficient then newer more plastic body cars. Mistake number two: Nothing was holding me except the single pair of handcuffs they had originally put on me. Mistake three:  Taking me on a bare road in the middle of Cyprus towards a jail with nothing but a helicopter watching over us. The fourth mistake: Tinted windows. A watching helicopter is useless they can't see what I'm doing inside. I was ready to make my move. Using the sharp part of the handcuffs combined with my strength, I easily was able to penetrate the thin layer of the seat and get to the metal inner frame. The whole time staying out of view of the two cops. Using more of extraordinary experience picking the cuffs lock on the metal  was as easy as cutting a hot knife through butter. I kept my hands below their view and slightly scooted over towards the drivers side. In a flash I used my dangling handcuffs as a whip smacking the man in the driver seat directly in the face. Blood spilled out as my opposite hand (my left) was already wrapped around the drivers neck and chocked him hard until his arms stopped grabbing towards his gun. I moved my hand onto the drivers wheel and moved upfront while keeping the car steady the whole time. I had to continue towards the prison or the helicopter would know something was up. When I got with in sight of the prison the chopper started to begin the process of landing. I could barely see the group of people waiting for my arrival through a fence. No one was paying attention or glancing. I took a left out of their sight in front  of a thick concrete wall. I was absolutely concealed  now. I crept along the wall until I found a drop off area where the wall was only ten feet high. I climbed over it with no problem and hopped down. There was a back exit where cars exit that I made my way to. There was a patrol car about ready to leave on an assignment. I crawled behind a car kicked open the door. The man  looked up and by then he was in the back seat unconscious. I dove my way into the car and followed them to the city. At that point I was free. So my fun new and exciting trip to Cyprus could finally have a proper beginning.