Cyprus visa day in eight easy steps

This is exactly the sort of thing I would love— fried egg liqueur. Ingredients: sugar, grain alcohol, egg yolks. Any drink where the first ingredient is sugar is bound to be fantastic. My guess is this probably tastes like a cross between egg nog and Advocaat, both of which I adore. But I’m not paying 10 euros for 50cl. Not yet, anyway.

Have you tried girl liqueur? I bet you have, you dirty slut. No, seriously, it sounds pretty good: raspberry, lychee, vodka, and cognac. But again, I’m not paying 21 euros for stuff I could mix together at home for less than half that price.

Jesus, listen to me, I’m turning into my dad. Next I’ll be saying I’m not paying 12 cents extra for Kraft Macaroni and Cheese when the Value-Rite one tastes just as good.

Cyprus Is Just England In The Med, Exhibit A: three-pronged flat power sockets, only found in the UK… and Cyprus.

Cyprus Is Just England In The Med, Exhibit B: UK-style number plates, albeit with fewer numbers. It’s a small island.

Cyprus Is Just England In The Med, Exhibit C: check out the road markings— they drive on the left. Except for the ones who don’t. It is still Turkish here, after all, so you drive on whatever side you feel like at the time.

I actually like this airport. It’s quite pretty as small airports go.

This is Fehmi Ercan, of airport-naming fame. I was too lazy to read what he’d done to deserve having an airport named after him. You can Google it if you’re really that curious.

Standing in line to show my boarding card, I saw this gem standing in front of me and couldn’t resist a photo. Think again, Covergirl! Take that, Maybelline!

Anyway, I got my visa, so… job done.