“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Day 191 - 11th November – Wednesday (Greek Cyprus)

We continued our tour of the Cyprus coast driving through the lower town of Paphos and on to the Tomb of the kings, a UNESCO world heritage site. The tombs don’t actually house the bodies of any kings, but a load of very rich noblemen from around the 4th century BC. But they are chiseled into huge solid rocks on the beach and are quite impressive. We came out of the park and were accosted by a hyperactive sales rep from the Lion resort next door, who persuaded us to go look around, drink some free coffee and take away a free holiday and bottle of wine for our time. Which of course we did. It wasn’t the promised 90 minute tour, nearer three hours in total, but thankfully our guide, Wilson, was a likeable guy and the coffees were good. We have yet to try the wine, and have 18 months to take our ‘free’ holiday, so not a totally wasted morning (except of course for Wilson!) and we did come to the south looking to immerse ourselves in their customs so to speak. We certainly discovered their love of the English. By the time we eventually escaped, we were starving, and so drove to the Bird and Animal Park to make tuna pasta in their car park before paying the extortionate entrance fee only to be surrounded by peacocks at every enclosure.
At close to sun down we drove out onto the Akamas game reserve and wildlife conservation area passing countless game shooters in their 4x4s returning home from a day on the peninsula. The area has no roads, only deeply potholed gravel tracks for miles and miles. We drove until we could no longer see properly and backed Bee into a side track to watch shooting stars and get some sleep.

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