Как мы провели 10 незабываемых "греческих ночей"в объятиях Посейдона How we spent 10 unforgettable "Greek nights" in the arms of Poseidon

So, blessed land of Cyprus! Larnaca. The airport. We drive to our place of rest in a small, nimble minibus. The driver, benevolent, little Greek in bird English tells us about his island and its thousand-year history, swiftly sweeps past the bus window. Everything we see pleases the eye. Valleys, almost biblical hills. Cypresses, bright Mediterranean greenery. Everything is illuminated, no longer by the carnivorous sun of summer, but by the soft, timid, almost gentle, September. 50 minutes separate Larnaca from Limassol. This is in one breath. And finally, the hotel. No pomposity or showiness. Everything, as usual, befits hotels of this class. Behind the counter sits, mind you, sits, a young guy, chewing and at the same time talking on the phone. An indifferent look over us. Chewing at the same time continues. Carelessly pushing a piece of paper with his finger, he offers to fill it with a glance. The chewing doesn't stop. After completing all the necessary formalities, we are finally in the room. But what is it? ! Instead of the "Over the Sea" we bought, outside the window there is a dull landscape on a wasteland and the central road, along which desperate Cypriot bikers, on roaring dinosaur-like motorcycles, rush every now and then. Looking at each other in confusion, we go down again and resolutely go to the porter. This time, seeing our resolute faces, chewing stops and he, desperately clasping his hands, from afar, begins to bleat in confusion about the fact that tomorrow he will fix everything, they say, inconvenience, only for today. However, his wife gave him a long tirade in English, about everything that had already accumulated in his heart. Not a trace remains of its former glory. In front of us stands in a proper stance, an ordinary hotel clerk, habitually waiting for instructions. The next day, as promised, we were transferred to our room, already with a view of the sea. Moreover, they gave us a safe and a refrigerator free of charge, and this is worth a lot here. However, the misadventures don't end there. The next evening, after dinner, when the vacationers dispersed around the small hotel area, we noticed a group of young Englishmen, "under the closet". These were the Irish, celebrating their honeymoon "with comrades" in the number of 10, filled with gratuitous Cypriot wine and beer, guys and girls. The Mysteries began, as they should, at midnight. With a wild boom, this gang, in clothes, rushed into the pool, yes, into the very one that looks so tempting in the photo. By 3 am, patience snapped and we went downstairs to the porter. It was a colleague of the one yesterday, but older. This one, frightened, hid behind the saving wall of the language barrier. Like, in Russian, no boom-boom. But right there, he was pressed against the same wall by an impeccable English wife. He helplessly spread his hands, they say, they don’t obey, the devils. Then, we threatened the police, which led him into an indescribable fright, and right there, a good Russian erupted. "No police, I'll talk to them. "Everyone is afraid of the police, and even though everything is there in Greece, the police are still afraid. Therefore, the rest of 3 nights passed without incident. And now, from "poetry" to prose. Food is not epicurean. Don't expect spoilers. Everything, no frills. Breakfast, traditionally meager, however, it is everywhere like that. Dinner, a little more fun. Although, according to Senka and a hat. Want more, pay more. The rooms are cleaned on time, although not perfect. The animation is basically terrible. Under the backing track, 2 are singing the popular of the 60-70s, but at the same time, it seems that one of them, the one on the solo guitar, came without a tutorial to test your patience. I would like to note the impeccable work of the manager of the travel agency "TUI" Martin, who not without reason eats his bitter Cypriot bread and our tour operator Renu. If only there were more of these guys and bristles would actually turn into gold. Have a nice rest everyone and do not forget that you have to fight for your place in the sun. Have a nice holiday gentlemen!