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Hidden behind a barricade in Northern Cyprus lies Varosha, once a glamorous resort town on the Mediterranean coast, now a haunting ghost town frozen in time. We unravel Varosha’s secrets, confront the conflicting emotions of curiosity and guilt, navigate the geopolitical complexities and contemplate the ethical implications of visiting a

Divided by a border called the Green Line, Cyprus is an island of two halves. The Cypriot Greeks and the Turks act like long-estranged spouses, still unsure if they should go on with their messy divorce or get back together asap. “The Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus is Erdogan’s dollhouse.”

We had just landed in Paphos and were waiting for a bus that would take us from the airport to the city when a white and orange cat, a Garfield incarnate, climbed onto my lap. The cat gave me a few gentle headbutts and snuggled up to me stoically, completely

Limassol, or Lemesos in Greek, feels like the Cypriot answer to Miami. Cosmopolitan and brash, cheerful and a bit vulgar. Two skyscrapers and a state-of-the-art building resembling an egg mark the coastline. On the promenade, between the rhythmic tapping of stiletto heels, you hear almost as much Russian as Greek.

Larnaka is one of the bigger cities in Cyprus. The vicinity of the airport and sea makes it a perfect holiday destination. And there is something for everyone. If you want you can stroll all day on the promenade and enjoy beach life, comb through the old Turkish district, enjoy