Cyprus: a true experience in north and south
19.05.12
Even though I have nothing naughtier than the odd parking ticket to my name,
still my heart beats that little bit faster whenever I have to interact with
authority. So it was with some trepidation that I handed my passport to the
official at the border between north and south Cyprus. I was, naturally,
waved through, but before I could relax, the transaction took a rather
exciting turn; our Greek Cypriot driver pulled up a few feet beyond the
checkpoint, made a phone call, then removed our cases from the car and
instructed us to similarly eject. As a Turkish Cypriot hatchback roared into
view and screeched alongside, we watched as another British couple
disembarked and were waved towards our recently vacated taxi, as we were to
theirs. As we passed, I commented that it felt like a Cold War hostage
exchange. Reluctant to indulge my little fantasy, their reply was simply: "Oh,
are you just starting your holiday in north Cyprus – lucky you, ours is just
finishing."
Source: Telegraph.co.uk