Year End in Cyprus

 

I was neutral about leaving the last apartment.  Other than being a bit noisy and having no hot water in the kitchen, it was a decent place.  So decent that I couldn’t extend my stay even if I wanted to because it was booked.

The new place was a bit of a walk so I figured I’d find a cab at some point. Fortunately, the host, Chris, said he would pick me up.  Seriously?  Cool.

I got out front right as he was pulling up.  I knew from the brief call we'd had the night before that he had a strange accent that I couldn’t place.  It wasn’t Greek, British or German but had elements of all of those.  As we were navigating through the numerous streets that were closed due to construction, I asked him where he was from.  He said he was Cypriot but that he’d hung around a lot of South Africans.  Oh.  That explains it. 

I was doubly glad that he picked me up when we reached the new place.  It was way too far to walk to even get to Finikoudes with all my junk.  While he was busy explaining everything about the apartment, I didn’t get any photos of the place.  I was a little too busy missing the last place.

The flooring was a bit worn and I didn’t like it.  The washing machine in the bathroom was not connected to anything.  By that I mean that I had to plug the machine in (remembering to turn on the power to that plug) while putting the outtake hose in the toilet.

Are you kidding me?  I'm really not used to my apartments being this DIY.

The host also stressed turning off the power to an outlet that wasn’t being used.  He then went on this whole diatribe of how expensive the electricity was on the island and he would have to charge me separately if I used over a certain amount.

I’ve encountered this a few times and it always strikes me as stingy.  Babe, you could always just pad the price a little if you’re so concerned about your guests making use of the amenities in your apartment.

I started unpacking my food as he continued to talk.  He would send me a list of restaurants, he pointed out where to throw out the trash, he reminded me of the backroads route to get to Finikoudes, and again he talked about the electricity.  I got it, dude, could you just leave?  He was very nice, don’t get me wrong.  It was just a bit much.

It was only after he left that I realized that I couldn’t connect to the Wi-Fi.  I already knew that my eSim was not working for some reason, but I fully expected to be able to get the login from the label on the Wi-Fi box.  Nope.  It was the rare box that didn’t have it on there.  Great.

I ended up (and I know this sounds stupid) walking back to Demetris’ place to hook up to his Wi-Fi. I do love it that my computer and phone automatically reconnect to a system I’ve used before even if I’ve been away from the place for months.  Very handy.   I took a screenshot of the info Chris sent me and headed back to the apartment.

I eventually got a physical sim, but it too decided not to work.  Sigh.  I spent more money to get a new eSim installed and could finally get my phone connected again.

That was the most drama I had in that place.  I washed my clothes a couple of times, after hooking everything up, and had no problems despite the hassle.  Still made me miss Demetris’ place though.

I did get a job during that week.  It’s a part-time proofreading gig that doesn’t pay much but I will be glad to have some money coming in. 

After a week, it was time to move again, as this place was also booked up.  Seriously, what’s up with that?  I don’t recall this place being so busy last summer when I first visited.  Why are so many people visiting the island during the off season?

I ran into the host as I was taking out the trash as he arrived to collect the key.  When I brought my stuff downstairs and went to give him the key, he asked where I was headed next.  I told him that my new apartment was about a 40-minute walk away.  I again planned to catch a taxi after a 15-minute walk to Finikoudes Beach so I could ride from there.  He waved me off and told me he’d take me.

Dude.  That is above and beyond and something I have NEVER encountered.  A host willing to take me to and from their place?  What?

The apartment may have only been okay, but the host?  Top tier.

While I guided us with my phone, we headed towards Mackenzie Beach and the new place.  Just as we were pulling up, a cleaning lady was coming out.  I thanked Chris again and he handed me over.

Yeah.  Once AGAIN the new place just made me miss the old place.

The flooring is nicer than the last place and I knew that there would be twin beds instead of a single queen.  It’s way too far from the three major grocery stores, but I could deal with that.  The big issue is the bathroom.

The walk-in closet in my former house is bigger than this bathroom.  This place was designed for a Sim!  I am not a Sim.  I am a plus-size woman with long legs who goes to the bathroom.  A lot.  And every time I have to shimmy my way to the toilet, I cuss up a blue streak.

The door barely clears the sink!  How in good conscientious does a builder see this and think “yeah, that’s enough space.  It’s not like people spend much time in this room.”?

Congratulations, random apartment in Cyprus.  You win the award for the WORST BATHROOM I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED!  Even the one in Demetris’ place was better and that bathroom was the worst part of that apartment.

To give it some credit, the one benefit the apartment has over any other place I’ve stayed in Cyprus (including Demetris’ place) is this.

Does the view make up for that bathroom?  Hell no.

It doesn’t make up for the tiny stove that I not only have to light, but I have to go onto the balcony to activate the jug of compressed gas before I do. That stove also has numbers instead of degree markings so I had to worry about burning anything I put in it.

It doesn’t make up for the fact that the only heating unit is in the bedroom.  The apartment is one of those places that retains the cold because of course it is (that includes the freezing cold toilet seat).

The view also doesn’t make up for the single bed that is barely comfortable.  I got some sleep but felt far too many springs in the mattress.

It is a decent view, though.  The sun rises in the window in the morning and I can’t stress how much seeing the sun and the water lifts my spirits.