J and I to town hall to check on hotel tax update. Not astonishingly, there is no update - try back about the 10th. Run into Maggi there, come to ask for a Larnaca calendar with historic pictures of the town. We admire the pictures and are shown large ones on office and boardroom walls as well, the office occupants looking a little startled at finding themselves part of a tour.
Mobile rings outside. It's Larnaca Tourist people. Back when we were first at the town hall in mid-January, Androula, who we spoke to, said that the city likes to honour long term tourists (we've confessed to eleven years). We obligingly filled out a form, feeling that there was no need to be rude about refusing to let them type up a certificate. Turned out there was more to it than that. They wanted to arrange a ceremony. So we left, hoping it would all disappear into the bureaucracy and be forgotten. Back to the ringing mobile - turns out we've just missed the ceremony and everyone was waiting. Didn't we get the fax? They sent a fax to the hotel. Ah well - a new date will be arranged. So be sure to ask for the fax.
We're watchig the next bit of Downton Abbey when Kikki arrives with the fax, having guessed that if we weren't in our flat we'd be in Maggi's. So no escape this time.
Throughout the night the protestors in Tahrir Square are attacked by pro Mubarek forces - many of whom admit to being paid thugs.
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