Cyprus is HOT HOT HOT!

I had arrived in Cyprus at 11am. I got off the plane and was greeted by heat. It is safe to say it was humid and I was knackered. I got off the plane and was trying to figure out where the flight sheets are, you know the ones you fill in to say why you are in the country. There was nothing. I took my passport up to border security, the looked at it, look at me, stamped it and I was off. I still had mean wind and had to make a trip to the loos before I could collect my bag. I grabbed it and headed to the exit. They only security there was asking if I had anything to declare, on a big sign with two paths, Yes or No. There was no one waiting in the No section which made me smile, when you think about NZ where it is manned by about twenty men and women.
Out in the airport I was surprised by how small it was. It was nice and clean though and what more could you want. I headed around to the loos for round 50, it felt like, and then to a seat to wait for three hours for mum and dad. I had to make a few more trips to the loo before they arrived, it is fair to say.
When I got bored of where I was sitting I moved around to a cafe seating area opposite the arrivals. I watched people for a while before settling in to watch a bunch of Cypriots who all work via sitting down at the coffee stands. It is very laid back here, I have noticed.

Mum and dad finally arrive and we head outside. So far, I had been confined to the slightly airconditioned rooms of the airport. Needless to say it was WAAAAAY hotter outside. I was sweating cogs. We jumped in the hire car and made our way to Pissouri Bay where we were be staying.

First impressions of Cyprus landscape: dry, arid, scrubby, rocky. It is very untamed landscape dotted with brush and ruins. It is beautiful in its own way and it is so steeped in history that you can feel it oozing out of the rocks around you. I was seriously feeling the jetlag by this point so when we arrive I was so very grateful.
I couldn't believe how it was still very bright out but it was 6pm. We went for a walk along the street to a restaurant called the Old Vines and sat outside under hanging vines of grapes. It was exactly what I imagined. The salad was divine and being Sunday we got to try the Cypriot dish of Kleftiko which is basically a plate FULL of slow cooked lamb and a potato plonked on the side. The meat was so tender it just fell off the bone.
By 7pm I was so knackered that I was falling asleep at the table. It was time to call it a night. Full, warm and happily on the ground I fell into bed and that was that.