A is For Adventure has officially hit over 1,000 views! I have no how that could have possibly happened, but thank you, readers!
I’ve decided to reward you by regaling you with a ton of stories but also with worthwhile photographs that I actually appear in:
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English School Game vs Actual English School, Downsend
Apparently the housemasters of the Cypriot English School would not allow the girls to come to the GAME that we SCHEDULED with a completely different school which FLEW IN from ENGLAND and instead made them finish with other “exercise and games”. Thank God Petros invited the girls from the Hockey Association to join or we wouldn’t have fielded a team. About 6 girls did end up escaping their housemasters, and with the association girls we somehow made it. Of course, no one showed up on time on our end, so the school that actually flew in from England, Downsend, was somewhat irritated. Then I had to tell the head coach that my girls had to leave at 3:30, giving us 45 minutes so she couldn’t have separate varsity and junior varsity games. Terribly awkward, since I had no information to give to her since the head guy at the English School seems to be a dud. She was not too happy, and got on the phone to yell at someone when she realized it would do no good to yell at me (confused apologetic face, check.) But as it turns out the girls from the association were brilliant! We put up a good fight and lost 2-0, mostly because no one knew who was supposed to be on post on the defense. But! I’m excited to start working with them – and they mentioned they had heard about me. I’m not sure if that is good or bad yet.
More Hash Virgins
Leslie tried the hash last week! Meghan and I wooed her by emphasizing that you can in fact walk it, and by the fact that there is a giant dinner and beer after. Except we absolutely forgot to warn her about initiation, and the hash turned out to be really hard to follow that night since there was a deluge of rain that morning, so all the markers were washed away. She and the other newcomer got separated from the group and then lost, and by the time she finally made it back to the circle (and just before we sent out a search party), she was not too happy with us. By the time dinner was over I think she was less mad at us, and she did admit that it was a nice group of people, but she noted that she is not just ready to forgive us for bringing her to the longest and scariest hash so far. Which I can understand. As a result she volunteered me to set the next hash alongside the hashmaster and Religious Advisor Dingbat, but I’m down.
Liz in Nicosia – My first stint as tour guide in Cyprus
I met Liz and her friend Sebastian at the crossing on Wednesday and we spent the day strolling around the walled city, north and south. We basically did the walking tour of Lefkosia that I took one of the first days I was here – or at least what I could remember it. I again turned morphed into Tour-Guide-Sarah and showed off my uncanny ability to remember random historical facts. Luckily Liz and Sebastian are pretty chill travelers and didn’t mind. We had an awesome lunch, and then we headed across the line to Lefkoşa, where I showed them the mosque, the Buyuk Han, and the best place in town for Turkish Delights. Important stops. We had spent just a little too much time getting lost in Lefkosia before lunch, so then I had to leave to catch my bus to go to class, but all in all it was a lovely day!
My class continues to be very engaging, although I am one of two people in class who reads the texts. Truly. Which is a shame because we’re talking about the Peloponnesian war and its frighteningly relevant in today’s international relations policies and theories. It’s also making me want to visit Athens… so I really hope they figure something out and get their planes up in the air again before I leave so I can continue my wanderlusting ways. (I also hope they get it together so they don’t help to cause a huge global depression and cause panic in the EU, but that’s a topic for another post.)
Sarah, Ali & Simone as failed UN Diplomats
Simone and Ali came in after my field hockey practice Thursday (which was pretty awesome – 16 first year boys who were pretty hilarious and wanted to learn/play so we actually scrimmaged) and we headed up to Kyrenia/Girne, where Liz and Sebastian were staying – Kyrenia is the Greek name, Girne is the Turkish name. In a very non-PC way, I use them both at the same time or switch them up depending on what my mouth feels like pronouncing at the time. Per usual to adventures in Cyprus, things got just a bit weird once got in the car. We took Ali’s car, so I was pretty pumped we didn’t have to take a dolmus out of Nicosia. Except that as we pulled up to the crossing at Ledra Palace, we noticed that all the guards were giving us strange looks. We realized we were in the wrong place when finally someone approached the car and said “UN or diplomatic IDs?” We all hesitated for half a second while trying to figure out if we could pull that off, but we correctly decided against it. We sheepishly turned the car around and it took us about a half hour to find the crossing for regular vehicles. When we got there we created a minor fiasco while we held up about 15 cars trying to cross. One needs Turkish Cypriot car insurance to bring a car over to the north. Who knew? Anyway, we got that squared away and by dusk we were on our way. There were flags EVERYWHERE. And not just any old flags – enormous ones. They weren’t kidding when they mentioned the aggressive nationalism in the movie we saw a few weeks back. I got to play the role of Tour-Guide-Sarah again as I explained my understanding of the divide and Turkish Cypriot culture and the giant flag on the mountain. Though it should be a straight shot, I think, we got lost again once we got closer to Kyrenia because we took a turn by mistake instead of staying straight. We stopped and asked a friendly looking host at street-side restaurant to see where we were on our map, and as he took it back to the lights of the restaurant, another man knocked on Ali’s driver-side window and pointed out the street sign. He was confirming our question that he must have heard us ask to see if we were on Caddesi street. Helpful. Then he came over to the other side of the car, leaned into my open window, looked us up and down, and said something in Turkish. Our reactions were picture-perfect. Ali started moving the car up the street, but we couldn’t completely drive away since the restaurant guy still had our map. I just shook my head and started to repeat “No. Nope. No. Uh-uh” and slowly rolled up the window. It was great. The man slinked away and the restaurant man walked over, noticing nothing, and said “Oh yes! You are very close! Also, you are staying for a few night? You’ll come back and have dinner here, right?”
Kyrenia/Girne
So, eventually we made it to our awesome hotel right on the harbor, and we were not headed back to that restaurant for dinner. Turns out, our room was next door to Liz and Sebastian’s! We all headed down to eat at one of the cafes on the water. Sebastian and I got two types of grilled fish, and Simone told us that the brain was a delicacy in Greek cooking. I was excited to have finished without choking on a bone, so digging around the fish head was not just not in the cards for me. Sebastian is not a big wine drinker (he’s from Frankfurt, come on!), so Liz was happy to have some other people to share a bottle of wine with. I always aim to please! Then we went to another charming cafe on the water just outside our hotel for drinks and narghile (hookah/shisha/whathaveyou), while a soccer game played on the big screen. A great time, and once again, I felt lucky to be surrounded by such cool people.
In the morning Ali had to get back for school, and Simone wasn’t feeling well, so the three of us went to breakfast in the hotel and then they drove back . Shortly after, I sat down to breakfast again with Sebastian and Liz, and the hotel staff didn’t look too happy that I was taking a second round until it was clear I was just having tea. We set off to explore Kyrenia a bit more, this time with Liz and Sebastian as the local tour guides. First we went to the Kyrenia/Girne castle on the harbor, which was basically four walls surrounding a central courtyard. There was a tiny information guide at the entrance that explained the different rulers (King of England, Lusignans, Venetians, Ottomans, etc), but that was about it. The view was spectacular though. The Five-Finger mountains were on one side, and the sea on the other. Fun fact from Tour-Guide-Sarah: They are called the Five-Finger mountains because according to legend a Byzantine hero had jumped from Asia Minor to Cyprus to stop an Arab invasion. The mountains show his hand print where he landed to steady himself (long jump). He also then threw a rock from the range down to Paphos to stop the ships – it happens to have landed at the place where Aphrodite rose from the surf. Pretty cool, right? I love mythology.
After the castle we wandered through the streets of Kyrenia/Girne, and we were all impressed by the amount of knock-off designers in stores up and down the main shopping street. SO many Burberry stores! I could have spent all day there, and I wished I had time to go to nearby St. Hilaron Castle, which is said to be the inspiration for the castle in Snow White, but unfortunately I had to leave to go to hockey practice. Liz and Sebastian walked me down to where the dolmus picked up at the town square, and I eagerly waited in anticipation to see this much-talked-about dolmus. The public transportation system is open to interpretation – no schedule, no information, no real meeting spot – they just waited until they had enough people who wanted to go to Nicosia at that time and then set off. For me, it took about a half hour. The dolmus rolled up, which I had assumed was going to be a mini-bus. But no – it was a sweet 1970s pimped-out sedan, fitted for 7 passengers! I can’t wait to get the pictures from Liz – Sebastian got a great picture of me standing next to it while we all waited for a 7th person to show up so we could leave. I paid 5 lira (about 2 euros) for the half hour journey back to Nicosia, and all in all it wasn’t too bad. There were a few times were I felt that the car was shaking a bit more than necessary, but we got there in one piece, with just enough time for me to cross the line, run back to my apartment, and be on time for hockey practice. So, Liz and Sebastian, thank you for visiting! You guys are great company!
Academy
Saturday morning was my first day at Academy. The Cyprus Hockey Association puts on a practice for anyone interested in hockey, ages “6 to 66”. I asked Petros if he was the cut off but I don’t think he really got it. Anyway, three of my MVPs from the game on Tuesday against the English team were there so I was happy to get some time to talk with them – Eleni, Elena, and Christina. There were probably around 10 other boys there, from a group of 6 year olds to Andreas, who was probably around 16? I can’t tell. Anyway I showed up so that I might be able to learn something to use in my practices, though as expected, when I arrived Petros and usual coach, Demetrios, were plotting on how to get me to take over practice. We agreed that I’d lead the warm-up and stretches and that they’d help me with drills and such, and all turned out well. The kids were great. The atmosphere was really relaxed, but they all were there for the love of the sport. We ended up playing a game – girls v boys. Since there were only 4 of us girls, Petros and Demetrios played with us/stood in goal for us. But the boy’s side was a bit more inexperienced, and we won 2-0. It was a lot of fun – and I absolutely LOVED one of the boys’ goalies. Yiorgios is probably 6, and every time he stopped the ball or was able to push it away from someone, he threw his arms in the air, yelled, and did a little dance. It was awesome. It reminded me of my little cousin Sebastian, because whenever he does something great, (like riding his bike) he says to himself, “Good job, Rookie!”
And now for something completely different: Chipli & Simeon
Saturday night, hashers Chipli & Simeon called me up and asked if I wanted to try a rock bar. I had not-so-subtlely told them at the hash that they were going to be my ambassadors to the non-club scene in Nicosia, and I was really happy that they actually took me up on it. I had about 15 minutes to get ready and google the bar (because that’s what I do) and here is the first line that came up in the search: “If head-banging along to ear-splittingly loud rock music in the company of a gaggle of grungy, long-haired men knocking back tequila shots is your cup of tea…”
Sounded like it could be a great addition to a great post, so I had to do it for your sake, dear readers. The bar turned out to be half open-air, and its grunge-factor was enhanced by the fact that it is right across the street from the crumbling buildings and hap-hazard fences of the divide. Though I had mentally prepared for some heavy metal, I was happy to hear that it wasn’t as hardcore as it could have been – Led Zeppelin, Kasabian, Kings of Leon – so there was no head-banging necessary. Which was good because I was told that the head banging they had experienced on Friday night had caused a bit of soreness in their necks. Another hasher showed up to hang out for a bit, though I couldn’t remember her name. We then went to Svoura, which was a type of club/bar where they had grass turf and door handles framed on the walls and played some weird 80’s inspired techno. Chipli seemed to know everyone so we lost him for a while to his social duties, but it was a really great change of scene from the other clubby-clubs. Since Chipli informed us that he was a phenomenal dancer, we took to the floor and showed off some awesome robotic moves. He has a degree in mechanical engineering, so he was telling us all about kitchen robotics earlier in the night. Simeon then had to counter: “You know, I’m a catch too. I cook, and I like cleaning bathrooms.” Ha ha. So now I am happy to report that I’ve also scored an invite to dinner at their house, complete with cooking lesson. And they’ll even clean beforehand. Dare I say I’ve made new friends? All of this took place in the old city, which was great. And so, the night ended and they walked me home. Thanks to my earplugs, as known as the best thing I could have packed, I happily fell asleep to the muted sounds of a drum-circle in the parking lot outside my apartment.
Since I’m still feeling a little rock, I will leave you with this tune: The Sheepdogs – I Don’t Know
I will try to make the next posts shorter and more manageable!