When I was in high school (late 70s and early 80s) not a single desalination plant existed and we had water cuts every other day during the four long summer months.
You’d turn on a tap and could hear some funny squeaky gurgling sounds and no water.
My old man would shower once a week on a Saturday… that was his special day, whereas we youngsters would try to squeeze in 2-3 showers a week… fighting among siblings over “shower rights” was not uncommon.
Drinking water was purchased from mobile water sellers who drove around in small beat up water trucks. They all claimed to be selling mountain water from one mountain village spring or another.
Every household had one or two large plastic water cans they’d leave outside the front door and a small clear plastic bag tied to the handle containing 5-6 shillings to pay the water man.
That way no interaction was necessary and no danger of missing the all-important water man!
Later in the army manning the Green Line outposts, no water and no electricity even!
We had a makeshift shower made of a metal drum resting on top of a wooden structure which got filled once a month or whenever an army truck would pay a visit.
Happy times in Cyprus!

Fast forward to today…
The last time I checked we had seven desalination plants and on top of that countless homes; and even businesses, have boreholes for irrigation.
So why is there always a water supply shortage in this God forsaken island?