35 degrees by Celsius. Amazingly hot and the weather is dead, even the scent of flowers is stuck in the air and not floating anywhere. You just go into the cloud of heat, eccentric smell of exotic Flora and silence when you enter the street in a day time in Cyprus.

Yes, I’m only one crazy person wandering through the streets in such a heat of hell.

And I love it. It reminds me of summers at my grandmother’s house in Lithuania, summers that used to be terribly hot in Lithuania once. 

I love early mornings in here when I am practicing my 5 Tibetan exercises and swimming in the sea, I like black coffee from cans, that costs fucking 1.30 euro, I love spices, vegetables and fruits, but Larnaca is too commercial for me. 

As I am suck an optimist I always search for good experiences everywhere. But this time it’s even hard for me to do. Still hope to see the pristine nature of Cyprus soon.