Taxi booked for nine and arrives about quarter to, but we’re ready. An hour to the border and pretty quick across. A bit of a queue but not long. Driver doesn’t speak English - so no requirement for idle chat. Less than an hour to Lapta, where he does ask which way to turn but fortunately not until we’re in territory where we know the answer. Have memories of being in countries where drivers did not know how to read maps, though in all fairness J points out that it can be remarkably difficult to sort out a city map of quite familiar territory when all the names are in an unfamiliar language, particularly if it happens to be one that uses other than a Roman alphabet.
We’re not far from the house we rented last spring but there are a couple of advantages. For one thing we’re not as high up the north slope of the mountain so significantly more sunshine. Though this is a country we have lived in during the summer (in the 2020 lockdown) so do understand why mountain height and shade is an asset in very hot weather. We’re also closer to the small supermarket we used before. Prices pretty good and pretty fair range. And the dolmuses go past the supermarket. Dolmus being the term for the small shared vans or buses. In Tunisia they were shared taxis that just waited until enough would be passengers had showed up but here they follow fixed routes in and around a city - Girne (Kyrenia) in this case.
D drops over bearing lemons.Twenty of them! Will no have the happy decision of whether to make lemon curd or lemonade. Also drops us at the place where you sign up for the internet. When will it be connected? Shrug. Well, this is the laid back lifestyle isn’t it. Dolmus back as far as our supermarket where we get wine and yoghurt and a couple of bananas.