Nicosia, here I come

We actually. Today all three of us (Olga, Maxim, and I) travelled to Nicosia to do some paperwork. At first, we came to the worst place in the whole country – Russian Embassy. Queued up. Investigated about what and how. Our turn wasn’t coming up in at least two hours, so we saved our place in the queue and moved on for more paperwork.

Ministry of Justice and Public Affairs. If I remember it correctly. I had a vague idea of where to find it, so we drove there and parked. Olga went for a little walk with Maxim, while I went for the quest.

I have alreayd made this observation previously, and only confirmed it this time with more evidence – English language is not as widespread in Nicosia as it is in other cities of Cyprus, which host a lot of tourists every year. I tried the petrol station at first. There were about six employees and a few visitors. None of them understood a word that I was saying. One of them pointed me to the souvlaki house across the road. I went there. The woman didn’t even know how to say ‘hello’. And she looked way too puzzled. I walked up and down the street and asked in a few more kiosks and little shops. No English. None. At all.

Finally, I got into a branch of Hellenic Bank, where one lady understood me and pointed to the right direction. On the way, I asked in a couple of other places and managed to find a guy in some sort of mobile phone shop who told me exactly where to go. Gladly, the Ministry was still open and everyone in there understood English just fine.

Last time I saw someone in Limassol, who didn’t understand English was about two years ago in some remote shop of baby clothes. As soon as I started speaking English, the lady shamefully shooked her hand and called someone for help. Not to mention that in many situations I don’t even have to speak English – Russian is good enough (especially while shopping).

With all stamps in place it was time to go back to the Russian Embassy (I really hate this place). When we came back, our place in queue was still saved. Two minutes later though, one of the clerks emerged and said that almost half of the queue (including us) can leave, as they won’t be served today. Whatever.

I am not alone

Via this post at Life Hacker I found out a whole bunch of people bloggers who have recently went on a diet. Some of them went as far as created a Flickr group (WARNING: scary stuff ahead!!!) where they post their before-after images.

While I haven’t joined this gang yet, I find it somewhat motivational to know that I am not alone in this. There are plenty of people who go on a diet and start excercising for so many different reasons.

Also, since I am on the subject, today I had another milestone in my progress. One of my neighbors, who I see approximately once a month, noticed that I lost weight. Last time he saw me was about two or three weeks ago and I never told him that I am going on a diet and to the gym. He’s also not reading this blog as far as I know (are you man?). So, I guess I am moving in the right direction.

Breaking the rules

For today’s trip to the mountains I had planned a lot of physical activites and some healthy food.

There is a trout farm and a fish tavern near Platres. And right from that tavern starts a trail to the waterfalls. It goes up through stones and roots of trees, with crossings of a water stream. I thought that I’d be going up with Maxim (read: 11+ kilograms) on my shoulders. I thought that I’d eat some barbequed trout afterwords and drink some water or juice.

Instead, we went for a walk at a totally different waterfalls. I carrid Maxim down for about 10 minutes. And someone else stole him from me on the way up. When we came to the tavern, I had a juicy and delicious pork chop. And some bread (because of all the dips). And a pint of beer.

As if that wasn’t enough, when we came back down to Limassol (about two hours after the meal), I layed for a second on the bed and fell asleep for about 4 hours! Now that’s what I call breaking all rules!

In order to calm down my conscience a bit, I went for a two hour walk along the sea in the evening. At least, I’ll sleep tonight. Gym and sauna are planned for tomorrow.