Having rested the day before, I jumped up cheerfully in the morning and started pestering Rybakov: time to ride, great deeds await! Sasha wasn't expecting such an ambush from me, but he accepted my proposal with enthusiasm. The thing is, for this day we had planned what was probably our most interesting route, and a rather strenuous one at that. From a fairly high-quality brochure on cycling in Troodos authored by the notorious CTO, we scooped up a circular mountain route. It's easy to grab this publication at the airport, and, frankly, at any infocenter.
Troodos is a mountain range in the center of Cyprus, with its highest point being Mount Olympos (basically Olympus, if we're speaking Russian), 1,952 meters high, where a British military base is still located to this day.
The route we laid our eyes on is divided into three in the brochure, and for good reason. Although the creators of the booklet, with their sparkling sense of humor, lay on such wonderful mush that I'll even quote it.
