So, it all ended with us reaching Pedoulas, and even having time to hit up the local shop. In the store, my hungry eyes stumbled upon an incomprehensible edible substance labeled "dry soup". With my rich experience of eating all sorts of weird stuff like embryos and rotten sharks, I couldn't pass up such a chance, when else would an opportunity present itself.
Behold! (And even in Russian)
Turned out to be totally inedible.
However, after rummaging through the internets and reading up on how to actually cook this marvel, I had to sprinkle a little ash on my head.
Here's a good analogy for you. Imagine a foreigner decided to make sorrel soup. He bought a jar of canned sorrel from the babushkas at the market, but due to translation difficulties, only understood that he needed to add potatoes when cooking. In the end, he dumped the entire jar (half a liter, for instance) into a pot, added potatoes, and boiled it. He forgot the bay leaf, and the pepper, not to mention chopping some eggs into the finished product. I wrote that and suddenly wanted some soup myself.
We got roughly the same result, just replace the potatoes with rice. As it turned out, this very soup also needs to be boiled for two and a half hours. In short, it's not an option for tourists who don't even have room to put a camping stove in their room, it's so tiny. Fortunately, the room came with an equally small-format balcony, which is where we set up our culinary operations.
A village shop in Cyprus turned out to have a noticeably richer selection than its Latvian counterparts, but the expiration dates there are just a disaster. On the plus side, if you ask for a single apple or orange, the kind girl behind the counter says "just take it." We ended up chatting with her quite a bit over the next three days; it turned out her dad is Russian. So that's where the soulful generosity comes from.
Total baloney, actually, but I'm so steeped in Russian-speaking culture that the phrase just begs to be said. Cypriots, I imagine, are very positive and kind people themselves, even if they spend too much. When we were leaving, the president of the village (I finally found his proper title on the Pedoulas website) gave us a guidebook and a couple of bottles of water. Prices in Cyprus, by the way, are not kind at all, and almost everything is more expensive than back home in Latvia, and let me tell you straight up, you can't call our country cheap by any means, especially when measured against salaries.
The next day, as per tradition, we decided not to go hard, and lazily ride just a couple dozen km around the surroundings. Alas, this isn't the coastline, it's the very center of a mountain range, and riding a couple dozen km means descending eight hundred meters down, and then just as much back up. Sorry for the constant mentions of elevation, it's a sore subject.
Full of all sorts of ancient monasteries and temples
What's more, there are plenty of those that are UNESCO World Heritage sites. To be honest, I wouldn't tell heritage from non-heritage to save my life, but I support the vibe. On the one hand, nothing cooler than the planet's natural beauties has been invented yet, take glaciers and fjords for example. On the other hand, even mountains, national parks and other natural wonders get boring, plus you want to be proud of humanity too, and of its creations.
From Pedoulas we rolled down into Moutoullas
There we ended up in the Marathasa bakery, where we fueled up on pita with honey. Solid.
The agglomeration of villages on different levels looks cool, especially since pretty soon we arrived in the traditional village of Kalopanayiotis. Almost a Lithuanian name, though. In the bakery, besides pita and energy drinks, they also give out Wi-Fi, which is always nice.
I routed the track to the village because there's some mysterious reservoir next to it (sort of like a pond, only bigger). As it turned out, they breed trout there, and subsequently fishermen, who pretty much sit on each other's heads once the season opens.
Reconstruction is in full swing. They actually managed to cram such a huge crane in there, huh
Too lazy to walk? One and a half euros and you're at the top
Sulfur springs awaited us there.
Smells unforgettable
They say we have sulfur springs in Latvia too, in Ķemeri, and they stink even thicker. Should visit them sometime. We started wondering here, what else do these mountain villages survive on, which in our parts would be filled with drunks on welfare? Are there really enough arthritics and rheumatics wanting to take a dip in a sulfur spring to provide a comfortable existence? As it turned out, sweet cherries also grow well in this climate, so everything around is planted with cherry trees.
Sulfur deposits are visible on the soil
Nearby, some babushka was washing her undies
Covered in pinecones
Switched from asphalt to a dirt road
Not amused
Amused
Found a reservoir with fish, looks like they breed them
Swapping bikes for proper machinery, especially since the brand is ours anyway
In case anyone forgot why, take a closer look at the lettering on the frame
The motto of human life
Sashenka got tired and lay down
True to our habit, we just can't ride on normal roads
We keep striving to turn off into the bushes
And the absolutely ideal scenario is dragging the bike over rocks
P.S. Useful information was gleaned from the site https://web.archive.org/web/20150624081149/https://www.cyprus-about.com/