Shared taxi to Limassol and a second shared taxi from Limassol to Larnaca. Not very shared, either, as in each case there's only one other passenger. the first car is in sad shape internally, with the framework of the seat ahead propped up by my carry-on. One assumes that mechanically it is doing better. The driver is a shameless old rogue. "Ten plus ten," he says, pointing at each of in turn. "Twenty euros." "Really," I say. "Last week it was nineteen." "yes," he says, cheerfully, handing over the euro change. Probably does quite nicely on the side. Rains on and off, now that we're down to one umbrella, but it's door to door delivery, so we're fine.
Paphos may have had the more professional management, but Larnaca has a familial feel and the warmer welcome. Mr Andreas' brother Phitos (spelling is Maggi's but I always thought Fetus couldn't be quite right) comes out on the front steps grinning from ear to ear and extending a hand. "Welcome, welcome!" Maggi waves from the balcony beneath ours. Even Maria, the cleaner, grins and says hello when she spots us. And Maggi, bless her, has lunch and a bottle of wine waiting.
Paphos may have had the more professional management, but Larnaca has a familial feel and the warmer welcome. Mr Andreas' brother Phitos (spelling is Maggi's but I always thought Fetus couldn't be quite right) comes out on the front steps grinning from ear to ear and extending a hand. "Welcome, welcome!" Maggi waves from the balcony beneath ours. Even Maria, the cleaner, grins and says hello when she spots us. And Maggi, bless her, has lunch and a bottle of wine waiting.