Looking back, our Cyprus escapade starts like this. We arrived in Paphos Airport at 23:40, the last plane of the day. How did I know? Because they’re turning off the lights when we came out from the restroom. Second to the last bus trip going to town is 00:00 which we missed by minutes and the last one is 01:30. We had slight mishap with our AirBnB host also, he thought we’re arriving 12pm instead of 12am or something like that, it was sorted out and our stay had been good. We found ourselves a kind taxi driver who charged as with half of what others were offering, but instead of dropping us in Karavella Station he stopped in Harbour Station. I’ve been to Paphos before so we asked him to drop us in correct station, he thought we staying near Habour station like most tourist does.  So the start…