Day 1: 125km Girne
things i have noticed lately about your blog: the beard is still in evidence; you give the thumbs-up sign WAY too often; there are too many photos of various skeletons; i haven't seen a photo with you and someone of the female of the species for a very, VERY long timeA lovely comment left from a so-called-friend. In an effort to please everyone, I shall endeavour to make changes as recommended. Unfortunately, since my clothes are faded white from the salt in my sweat, and I look and smell lıke a vagrant, women tend to keep a respectful distance.
The cycle out of Limassol reaffirmed my enjoyment of touring cycling 97.682439%. I got tingles down my spine as I descended 10km, having to only turn the pedals 6 times round over this entire distance. Unfortunately, this newly refound enjoyment was whipped away for the final 20km as I swerved and struggled along a flat road at 7km/hr. The bastard wind that had pretended to be my friend earlier in the day was almost full in my face, and the more I swore at it, the stronger it blew. Bastard Wind.
I arrived into Girne at about 5pm to find that there were no ferries that night, but possibly the following morning (provided the winds died down). Girne is not the centre of budget accommodation, but I managed to find a place for about €17 (my general budget ıs €10/day) that was also housing 4 professional footballers (2 from Nigeria, 2 from Ghana) that were trapped on the North Part of the Island waiting for the transfer window to open in Turkey. They had to wait at least a week until the window opened, and now in Cyprus, couldn't afford to return home to wait. I think they'd been there for some time.
82 Turkish Lira (around €50?) got me on the morning ferry to Taşucu, on the southern coast of Turkey. 'Whatever you do, don't miss Cappadocia' is what I've been told at least twice, so I'm going to miss Cappadocia. Just don't feel like cycling there, simple as that.p.s. ıf Turkish Cyprus is a country, it was number 10 of my trip.
Maybe my command of the french language...in greek...will help the ladies see passed my sweat-covered exterior
A McDonalds carton by the side of the road.
A reflector post by the side of the road. Beside it is a carton of Fanta. I do not lie; a carton!
This one's for you, Struthers!
2 comments:
Sounds like you're getting on really well. The conversation around Coalville has started turning to "When Kieran passes through ..." ranging from I'm going to meet him on the continent and cycle back" to "Do you think it'll only take wine gums to get him drunk?"
I can only assure you'll have a good group waiting for you at the local!!
Delia
Yeay! My post card arrived! Thankyou. A proper email is on the way. Hear you'll be meeting M&D this week. Any food requests? Will try to get a bar of cadburrys to you.
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