today, my last day in Cyprus, i had a deluding trip to Pila, a village in the buffer zone famous for the cohabitation of greek cypriots and turkish cypriots.
I saw mainly british tourists though, mainly as Pila is fairly close to the sea and a build up area of holidays villas and detached houses for tourists. Quite a soul-less landscape.
I didn't find the place interesting and i photographed little.
The only interesting part was the main square, where photography is not permitted. There is a building used by the UN, where UN soldiers where hanging their laundry to dry on the roof. Also 2 cafes, one greek and one turkish. As the turkish was closed (i got there very early) I sat in the greek one, where I was alone with a waitress that was from the Philippines. It was quite surreal: so much is said by the cohabitation of the two sides of cyprus in this place, yet the only people i spoke to where foreigners.
There was an interesting conversation with the waitress: as i was in the greek cafe i asked for a greek coffe. Which is the same as a turkish coffe, only that depending on where in the planet I am drinking coffe, it may cause offence which geographical connotation I use to order it. The waitress didn't understand so i repeated " i would like a greek coffe" and she replied "do you mean a cypriot coffe?"
So. On the turkish side it is a turkish coffe. On the greek side it is a greek coffe ("hellenica coffe").
In Pila, in the buffer zone, where the two sides cohabit, they have met in the middle: it's cyprus coffe.
That made me smile.
Tomorrow heading back to London.
Bye bye borders, i will see you again soon.