Итак, Кипр! Наш Кипр начался... в Тунисе. Да,...

So, Cyprus!
Our Cyprus has begun ... in Tunisia. Yes, yes, we are the very people who, at the end of one vacation, start planning the next one.
In fact, Cyprus began with Greece. Upon returning from the sunny and a bit lazy, in spite of trips and excursions, Olenclusive Tunisia, I wanted something European, sparsely populated, not "organized." And, of course, the warm, blue, clear sea. This desire was reinforced by daily morning Sashkins "Walk, go to the dance!". It was very sad that there is no beach near by and the child has to be dragged to the playground. R - disappointment.
Thus was born the dream of the Greek Sithonia. But there are no package tours there, it turned out to be a bit complicated in the opinion of her husband, and decently expensive, in our opinion. Beloved has already drawn again towards Turkey, I desperately resisted, and so Cyprus was born. Relatively budgetary, quite European, and not at all complicated. ????
Where to go? - we don't know anything about him! A few days to study, search for options - and now I have received (on the head from the authorities for my second vacation over the summer) confirmation.
The night flight Sanka suffered without complaints and, after feeding, like all normal people, passed out. I was tormented by the numbed hand under her head and the insomnia that always covers me on the plane. But, glory to all the Greek gods, it’s not a long time to fly - after about 3.5 hours we landed at the airport of Paphos. Tiny, just a toy airport by our standards - I saw a similar one only in Spanish Valladolid, there we walked in general from the airport building to the plane. In Paphos we were taken by buses!
Pathos! And after all the name is what! But the town has nothing in common with its usual meaning. He is small, rather quiet and very cute. Most of all I liked the coast - I do not like wide sandy beaches that stretch along the coast in a long strip. Here, the coastline is cut, rocky, and full of picturesque coves, many of which are turned into beaches within the city. For 11 of our days, the sea in Paphos was not completely calm once, and in the last 2 days it was a little stormy, but in principle it didn’t bother us, on the contrary, it’s even more interesting!
The resort is a bit ... ummm ... pensioner) And very, very angloorientirovanny. 70 percent - the British, of whom a good half are pensioners. The dominance of English cuisine is everywhere, on the first day we even had breakfast in the English bar, as we arrived early in the morning, and check-in at the hotel was only at 2 o'clock. Denis asked for English tea with lemon. And they brought, oddly enough, with milk! I was also very surprised when the omelet brought was for me, and pancakes with vanilla cream were for a man. I do not know anything, an omelet for breakfast is our everything)))
At first we were promised to find a room early. But then they asked to wait some more. Then a little more. We drank the offered drinks (they are tricky, they increase the mood of customers with vino and zivania), Sasha had a glutton of cheese with halomi, cucumbers and bread. We swim in the pool. We sat in the hall. Cypriots do not soar ALL. They settled us on the floor of the third instead of the promised 11, after three already-very serious hints of her husband. And Sasha first described their sofa in the hall (so be it!), And then she fell asleep in my arms - in a wet bathing suit and towel. In this form, I carried it normally on hand.
That's how it all began. And ahead of us 11 more days of unforgettable vacation! About them later ...