Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love was born near Paphos, in Cyprus. It was here I began my journey. I rented a car, determined to make the most of my one-week trip. I had no expectations, but in the back of my mind I was on a flagger mission. My readers, my friends, my fellow flaggers, were watching my every move.
Tweet for Day 2:
“Cyprus is a nightmare for budget/mid-range travellers: one hostel in the whole of Southern Cyprus… WTF?”
I was stuck in the coastal town Limassol, supposedly the ‘party’ town. The nightlife was good, but way too spread out. The truth is I didn’t like it. It was charmless, modern and uninspiring. All the girls I had pipelined were in the capital Nicosia or Lanarka, both one hour away. I didn’t fancy paying €60-70 a night for a what-if hotel room. I was facing a logical nightmare.
By day 4 things were going all right-ish. I had already kissed my first Cypriot and made out with a Russian, but had yet to capture the flag. I didn’t mind the Russian, I wanted local. Some Cypriot guys gave me the low down: “Hey man, it’s hard to sleep with a local girl. Maybe after 5 or 7 dates you can do something.” It wasn’t looking good. I was seeing gorgeous dark Cypriot girls (my types) everywhere on the streets, and holy shit was I sexually frustrated.
Tweet from Day 4:
“Curse you Aphrodite of Cyprus!!! God of love, shall I know the taste of vaginal nectar on this trip?”
Day 5: She answered me. I randomly heard about a brand new youth hostel in Nicosia. I drove up to the capital straight away. I instantly liked the town – there was something in the air. From that day forward everything changed.
Tweet from that day:
“Starting to warm to Nicosia, the world’s only divided capital. It has that grimy front line charm I like.”
That night I took out a cute little Cypriot girl out for some Sheesha. We really hit it off. She was very sweet and innocent, just after coming out of long term relationship. She end up chillin back at mine. We started to make out. I never had a girl put up so much resistance to escalating. She revealed she’d only lost her virginity a year previously, and had never slept with a guy outside a relationship. After several hours of teasing and testing, I was just about to give up. Her sexy little body was driving me nuts. But then she opened her legs and whipsered “I want you inside of me.”
Tweet from the early hours:
CYPRUS FLAG CAPTURED!!!
It was air. Not just because I got the flag, but because this girl was a little sweetheart actually considered sex with me a very special thing. It made me feel all warm, fuzzy and hard. I can’t remember the last time I had sex with someone who actually valued their sexuality. She may still have slept with me fast, but so does every chick I attract. The point is she made me really work for it, so I appreciated her all the more. Hell I would ate her out till morning. Take note girls.
We met several times after. She even took me out to dinner and drove me to the airport. She thinks I cast a spell on her, perhaps it was Aphrodite herself. I hope to see my Cypriot flame again.
My next post: Cyprus Part 2- How I picked up my Iranian flag.
Also, city guides coming 😉