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Last year I went to a family wedding in the Greek part of Cyprus. The occasion was wonderful, but the town of Protaras that hosted it would have made Hulme in the nineties look picturesque. Perhaps even dainty....
Protaras is a festival of concrete throwing the 47° temperature back at throngs of pasty panting Northern Europeans. There were three things to do, mess on the beach, get drunk or sweat, or all three together. There was no theatre, concert hall, library, museum, castle, ancient monument, funpark or even, after an extensive search, a single good restaurant......
Even in the not-so-good restaurants the staff running them were mostly in a mood and mostly from Poland, Russia and other Eastern European nations. The bad tempers may have been due to the heat, which even the locals said was exceptional, or down to the dizzy Brits, Dutch, Germans and Scandis wandering in after seven hours of slow but steady drinking.......
Most of the ‘Greek’ restaurants were in the national colours of pale blue and white, as though the town were one big tribute to Manchester City.