First things first, I call a place lovely if I spend time meeting lovely people. This is surely not the sole rule but lets say it’s rule no:1. Northern Cyprus got a huge CHECK in front of rule no:1. I might sound cliché and all but the people of Cyprus are truly made of awesome. This is coming from a person who has lived and experienced more than 8 years amongst Middle Eastern people.
*now inserts an awesome transition here or pretend that I was such a good writer to produce one sexy, mind-blowing transition jumping from the coolness of people to the fanfuckingtastickgness of Kyrenia Castle*
Right at the corner of our hotel in Kyrenia was the path leading to Kyrenia Castle. Now I’m not going to shower you with facts about the Kyrenia Castle. You are free to Google! But let me just give you one brief presentation in the form of our most beloved bullet point-method:
Made by the Byzantines
Captured by the English
Sold by the English to the Lusignan
Venentians come by
Surrender to Ottomans
And the English come again
Tralali tralala the Greeks
Aaaand the Turkish come in the picture
So short story shorter. Everyone has been all “Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! MINE!!!” Over Northern Cyprus. Following this post I’ll post more pics from the Kyrenia Castle.
Cyprus, a name that would make me think of 5 star all inc hotels and nightclubs. Was it like that? Nope, not even remotely close to that thought. Cyprus is special, different and by all means sophisticated. I had loads of WTF moments which actually were because of my lack of knowledge about the place. Excuse me but I’m not of those people who read every little detail of the place I’m going to visit. That’s just like watching a DVD of a concert before going to it. You already know which lightning is for which song, when the confetti is going to burst and when those balloons are going to be released. In short: Way to ruin the surprises. I’m going to try and recall every worthy detail of my short trip and write about every day I spent. I know it would be much better if I did it exactly at the end of those same days but lack of internet and precious time that I would much prefer to see new places led me to this. Vids & Pics will surely accompany.
First WTF moment: Why are all the cars like we’re in England or Australia?!
I never loved to look at myself in the mirror. Don’t get me wrong not that I hate my face. It’s like I feel the person I see in the mirror is a total stranger and I can’t face her. Instead I always love to watch my reflection in the glass. It’s always better after dark when all the lights of the nearby houses and the streets are flickering. Then I watch myself in the glass. It’s only then that I feel I’m seeing myself. Slightly transparent and faint but there I am, that’s me. Smiling back at myself with shining eyes. Trying to figure out if that light in my eyes is just a reflection of the streetlights, I give up. Who cares? It makes me happy and I love it. Streetlight reflection or not.
I have this special feeling for the night. I get more active. Ideas come and go. I study better when it gets dark and my mood goes up. I guess it’s because of the lights. You can’t admire lights in the daylight. You can’t admire the beauty of the stars without complete darkness around it. See, the lights form a contrast with the dark and I love contradictions. Black and white, slow and fast, rhythmic but melow. Just like a reflection in the glass. Translucent but powerful.
“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries”—Theodore Isaac Rubin (via kari-shma)
It is an age of wonders! Professor Luigi Nintendorium proudly presents his amazing and mind-boggling invention, which he has entitled the “Play Station.” Those afflicted with persistent melancholy and chronic listlessness need only gaze into the illuminated viewing-box while operating the toggle switches on the hand-held manipulator, and all feelings of woe will melt away in minutes! Suitable for use by gentlemen, ladies, children and the elderly!
Hello again, friend of a friend
I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip
Shape-shift and trick
The past again
I'll send you my love on a wire
Light you up every time
Pulls away, ooh
“Countries do not exist where I am from. The discovery of the Higgs boson led to limitless power, the elimination of poverty and Kit-Kats for everyone. It is a communist chocolate hellhole and I’m here to stop it ever happening.”—Mr. Cole