Today Olya (Nia) decided to tell us about her trip to Cyprus. If you also have an interesting story, then write to us by mail. This concludes my preface..
The trip to Cyprus was organized quite by accident, however, like all my other trips. Going to rest, and it was in November, the question was only in one, Cyprus or Crete, and by the method of banal logic and simplification, the choice fell on Cyprus, in fact, which I did not regret later!
The trip was on a voucher, that is, for a previously booked hotel not far from the city of Limassol, food and air travel to Larnaca (and you can buy plane tickets yourself on Aviasales.ru and Skyscanner.ru). And this event was organized for seven days. I probably will not talk about the gaiety of the flight itself. I think everyone who has ever flown would have found something to tell on this topic..
Trip to Cyprus. Olive farm.
The largest reservoir on the island.
Local villages.
Local villages and olive plantations.
I'll start directly from the place of arrival. We flew to the glorious city of Larnaca, which is on the very coast of the island. I was struck by the fact that literally a few meters from the runway, the sea was already beginning. On the one hand, it is a little scary, but in general, the spectacle is mesmerizing.!
While the bus drove all our Russian brothers along the coast of the beautiful island of Cyprus, settling everyone in hotels, we were a little surprised by the words of our guide, who, pointing to the vast coastal area densely built up with rich mansions, said that this is the area of wealthy Russians. And the houses there are really big and beautiful, the breadth and generosity of the Russian soul is immediately visible, especially in relation to the loved ones.
The hotel in which I was to spend my long-awaited vacation turned out to be quite comfortable and cozy. Separate two-story houses, a swimming pool (seemingly even with clean and non-chlorinated water), a eucalyptus grove separating the hotel territory from the seashore, and quite nice service staff, who were even partially Russian-speaking.
If you don't go into the details of the whole trip to Cyprus, I would like to note and talk about one of the days that will be remembered for me, apparently, for the rest of my life. Somehow, after lying a lot on the beach and deciding to diversify my vacation on the island of Cyprus, I decided to independently go to the second largest resort on the island - the city of Limassol. This was not difficult to do. Having bought a bus ticket, and having reached the Limassol waterfront, I decided to go deep into the city in order to plunge into its flavor and local side streets. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that somewhere far away, at the other end of the coastline, the sky was beginning to turn blue from the clouds, but I did not attach much importance to this, since usually, if it rains on the sea, it does not last long and at all weak. I didn't even have an umbrella with me..
Palm Alley in Limassol.
Palm Alley in Limassol.
Local stone flavor.
Just an anchor, just lies.
After walking around the city center and finding many interesting places and sights there, I decided to return to the embankment and walk to my hotel on foot. It was about a little over an hour to walk, but the prospect of spending this time next to the sea made me very happy. And only when I went to the sea, I realized that perhaps my idea was a little premature and I should reconsider my plans in favor of the bus. The sky over the part of the island where my hotel was located was no, not blue, it was literally black from thunderclouds! At first, I thought (naive) that perhaps all this is not yet completely serious and the clouds will go aside, bypassing Limassol with their rains, but it probably would be too good to be true.
As a result, when the sky turned black already directly over my head, I realized that I should not just start looking for a bus stop now, but it is advisable to do it immediately, remembering the thunderstorm that happened the night before over almost the entire southern coast of Cyprus. And that thunderstorm was so strong that for the first time in my life I almost cried with fear, being in my room, about once every five minutes deafened (in the literal sense of the word) by its peals, which seemed to be right above the ceiling.
Before I had time to reach the stop, such a rain, which the common people call «wall», I would add - concrete. Soaked in a minute through and through, I still managed to jump on the bus. Having passed several stops, I noticed that the rain was almost over and decided to still try to reach the hotel on foot, since I had already passed almost half of Limassol. But it was not there. About five minutes later. The second wave of the shower began. Even stronger than the first. I only managed to drop into the nearest cafe to wait out this bad weather.
Having dried up a bit and had a good lunch, Cyprus, by the way, had quite a good cuisine, I saw that the rain had ended and I could go to the hotel, as was previously planned. But leaving the cafe, I suddenly encountered a new and rather unexpected problem for me and the rest of the people - the roads and sidewalks were completely flooded! Cars were parked almost to the door in the water in both directions. There were no sidewalks under the water either. The only decision that came to my mind at that moment, because I felt sorry for my shoes, was to take off my shoes, remember my golden childhood and go barefoot to the hotel.
Flooding in Cyprus after a downpour.
Flooding in Cyprus
Oh, how many interesting and funny suggestions and comments I heard during my walk! Apparently, the locals did not realize that the sea, the temperature plus 26 and the sun for a Russian are in summer even in November, and I was clearly a rare sight for the population of Cyprus in bare feet. And standing knee-deep in water and pushing their cars, they, most likely, secretly envied me ... And meeting an elderly couple on the way, who apparently thought the same way as I did and also walked barefoot, I became much more cheerful, we smiled at each other and continued his own way, each according to his own business.
Later at the hotel, I learned what a flood is and for the inhabitants of the island it was a novelty. But the sight of passing cars and walking almost knee-deep in water was really quite funny and certainly memorable! Here is such a trip to Cyprus turned out.
