Technically, I’m not in Greek. But the people are Greek, the language is Greek, the food, culture, and religion is all of Greek. But I’m not in Greek? After learning a bit of Cyprus history, it makes sense to feel as if you’re in Greek. After all, many people argued exactly so and lost their life trying to defend this, and to achieve acceptance by the international community.
It was such a sudden change. Walking into the south side all the sudden big western brands pop up in your face.
I mean the “West” list goes on. Besides these there were Cinnabon, Burger King, TGIF, Subway, and Haagen Dazs. Norther Cyprus had none of these.. just the sketchy 7-11.
So one thing good about being a tourist, and I’m really stretching this, is that I’m able to enjoy a genuine observation of places I visit. The Turkey that I saw during this trip, the Cyprus, the Eastern Europe, or any other country I’ve witnessed for the first time, will not appear in my eyes as romantic or authentic the next time around (sorry for the gay terminology. I did take a course in tourism..), because I would develop expectations and perceptions. Even for human, only one shot to earn a good first impression, right. Same for locations. So everyplace I go, each step I take in each direction, becomes so valuable.
Now, oh yes, South Cyprus was nice. A bit too nice.
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