First the wind picks up. This would not be as noticeable in Ireland where umbrella ownership seems to me to be futile and optomistic but it is a clear signal. The sky turns blue-black, birds stop singing, all goes quiet. Then, about 20-40 mins of constant pyrotechnics, crashes loud enough to shake the floor and impressive quantities of rain that would soak you to the skin before it all clears as suddenly as it appears. But it seems before all of this, I must suffer a low level of nausea until the storm is over:(

Of the procrastination, the dentist is now done. They tried to offer me a free consult and quote on orthodentistry work but our calendars did not converge. The woman at the desk was increasingly disbelieving as apparently I do not look like an international business traveller. Perhaps they are supposed to have straighter teeth. And a suit. And different chromosomes.

Cyprus appears to have annoyingly bad infrastructure for non-package tour visitors.

Yesterday's mashed potato was successful. Today I shall apply spaghetti and anchovies to the same purpose. But hopefully I shall call to a bike shop first before the rain falls.