Paphos is so chock-a-block full of things to see and experience, it’s no wonder it is going to be a European capital of culture next year! Even though I feel my friend and I made a valiant effort to explore the city, we certainly missed out on more than we saw – which is a great excuse to go back!
Now, a word of warning – the Tombs of the Kings aren’t actually what it says on the tin – or in this case, on the ticket. They don’t tell you that until after you’ve paid your entrance fee, of course (which is only a measly €2.50, by the way – this is high culture on a low budget!). Once you’ve passed through the ticket booth, there is a sign that informs visitors that no kings were buried in the Tombs of the Kings. Scholars just gave the site that name because of its majesty and grandeur (and because it would attract more tourists, one presumes). Which prompted my friend to immediately rename it Tombs of the High-Ranking Officers. She has always had a way with words. Sarcasm aside, this does not detract from the fact that the Tafoi ton Vasileon necropolis dates back to Ptolemaic times, and the tombs do undeniably feel rather regal and are definitely worth a visit!
When we flew from London to Paphos, the in-flight magazine featured an article that promised to reveal the secret of how to truly discover a city. The advice was simple: explore by foot and allow yourself to get lost. (Incidentally, I was quite pleased to discover that I’ve been unwittingly practising the art of true city exploration since my second visit to Prague in 2000.)
Most of my photos from Cyprus are quite grainy, as I managed to lose both my iPhone and my bank card the night before we left the UK. (Note to self: stop keeping card in iPhone case.) Fortunately, I actually had some money on another card – for the first time in 12 years – so my holiday was not affected and I have now learnt the importance of having a bit of money stashed away in a backup bank account!
And miracle of miracles – my iPhone (and card) was found by an English Gentleman who returned it to my friend’s house while we were away, and who even left a lovely letter in which he declined the finder’s fee I had offered. He did however suggest that if I really wanted to do something to thank him, he wouldn’t be averse to a chocolate bar of a certain brand – so the morning after we got back to the UK I filled his letter box with a Thank You card and five of the biggest chocolate bars I could find, which made his daughter think Christmas had come! The smile on her face was priceless.
Anyway, my point is that most of my photos from Cyprus were taken with a disposable camera (thank goodness they still make those!), and the few photos that have a decent resolution were taken by my friend (who is a much better photographer than she gives herself credit for).
Below are the pictures from our perambulations in Paphos – we never really knew where we were or where we were going, but that’s how we like it. In fact, getting lost led us to Karma – a café by a beautiful lookout point that we stumbled across simply because we were trying to find our way back to the hotel, or – plan B – to the sea.
I highly recommend getting lost in Paphos.