Last spotted in San Francisco, USA on March 28, 2003, 1:23 pm
Who is he? Where is he going? Where has he been? David Barrett / Quinthar
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As dusk approaches, Silver and I pull off the curvy road to wave a sad farewell.

Just a quick update to say that I've arrived safe and sound in Cyprus and am enjoying myself quite well, though I find the vast cost increase over the third world a forboding omen of days to come. Speaking of which, boy the US dollar is falling in the world market. Can't we do something about that? One Cyprus Pound is almost two US dollars. Ack! Using the Internet actually takes two pounds an hour, which adds up to be a lot of money (though thankfully it's mighty quick -- you get what you pay for).

Cyprus is a beautiful island of which I have seen very little. I spent the first several days in Lemasol, the port town at which I arrived from Egypt. It's a nice town with plenty of old, twisting roads filled with pubs and cafes. Most of my time, however, has been spent -- you guessed it -- drinking tea and using my laptop. For the time being, my interest in the outside world has been usurped by some neat 3d graphics programming I've been able to do. That, and it's much cheaper... [more]
Just south of Point Lara is a wide, clean beach of smooth pebbles roiling in the surf. A bit out of sight of the small, mostly-abandoned restaurant on the southern end, I wander to a convenient spot on this deserted beach, lay everything on a pile of large rocks, and plunge into the incoming waves. The water is cool and salty, and beats with regularity upon the waiting shore. After a bit of frolicking I sit just within reach of the waves amongst the pebbles and feel the water roll in and over my body, the brisk water offsetting the hard sun, and the sound of pebbles clicking like tiny crabs back into the sea is completely unforgettable.
I didn't catch the exact model of my trusty car - some kind of Honda - but it was a great companion on the trip. Easily fast and powerful enough for my needs, and even had a back seat that folded down, allowing me to stick my feet into the trunk whilst I slept. Thanks, Silver!
Set back in a small alley off an insignificant street is the Curiosity House, with one of the best cups of tea in Cyprus. Not only do they have a very large selection of teas, but their house is literally infested with cats. Indeed, before actually entering the coffeeshop proper, I walked into the "Secret Garden" (proudly proclaimed on the gate) to find an angry-looking cat leering at me while suckling a host of new kittens. I back away slowly and instead choose a seat on the patio with a terribly cute kitten named Isabel. Blind in one eye and completely deaf, she compensates for her lack of sensory input with an insistence on being pet, which I am only too willing to provide.
On the long walk between my seedy guest house and the hoppin' tourist center of Pafos can be found the opening of a mysterious collection of man-made caves. The first cave, the entrance of which is shown in the picture, is perhaps twenty-five feet tall and twice as wide and deep. Though I'm sure it must be man made, it must have happened so long ago that the walls have had time to age to look natural. In the back of the cave are stairs, carved out of the rock, that lead to a maze of tunnels and other strangely shaped caves - some wide and with low ceilings, some tall and thing. All in all, it's as if people of vastly different proportions were assigned together to design a secret underground fortress, but never bothered to compare notes. Of the many openings that lead to the surface, several have paths and stairs that reach the top of the hill where a modern though completely trashed circle of benches creates a peaceful and entirely abandoned lookout spot ideally suited to watching sunsets and su... [more]
The tourist district in Pafos is hoppin' late into the night.

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