The Real Cyprus

I've come to Polis, the Greek north of the island to get away from the
plastic which is strewn everywhere around Paphos. It's been a
delightful and successful journey. I'm amusing myself by observing the
clash of old and new, rich and richer, functional and decrepit. And
moblogging, as I drink thick coffee and wait for my grilled
mediterranean fish, silver bream.

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