Woke up to a sublime, fragrant morning and ran out of bed to do stuff.
Back and forth in the morning rush hour, I am being reintroduced to the exciting, unwritten geography of the Cyprus capital.
You see, life in Nicosia is kind of a big hide and seek where the locals live somewhere and the foreigners can’t find the way there until the party is finished and all the wine is gone.
It’s played so that instead of a street address, the participants are given a list of landmarks – both existing and long gone – that all the good Cypriot folk know and no silly old xeni like moi will ever learn. But my good man is trying to share his wisdom, bless! He has such faith in my capacity!
I promise I will give the unofficial geography a shot.
But Kalispera traffic lights? That means good evening, for heaven’s sake!
The roundabout of ‘no’?