The seven hours of walking in Northern Cyprus was extremely taxing. Leaving Famagusta at 17h00 with my two rucksacks, I walked silently for 20km on the Cypriot coast. Though the night brought thick fog and a cold breeze from the Mediterranean, I labored each step forward, and had to rest frequently. To alleviate the pain, I took to counting light poles, and my journey progressed 20 meters at a time. Arriving at my intended campsite, I found the spot to be completely deserted, and currently squatted by a colony of camper vans. At least deserted beaches in this part of Cyprus are as ubiquitous as boulangeries in Paris.
* Originally written in April 2012