It’s hard to believe that as recently as the 1980s Ayia Napa in Cyprus was just a sleepy fishing village. I can only imagine what the local inhabitants who were born here make of their town today. It’s not that I have a problem with thriving holiday resorts or that I object to young people having a good time, I was a young myself once and really appreciated the cheap package flights to party destinations. But it must just be completely bizarre to have grown up in a sleepy village with hardly anyone around, where you know all the inhabitants by name, and then to see your village grow into many winding streets of bars and nightclubs where the music plays at full volume from eight in the evening well into the early hours. I wonder how a village evolves into such a different beast?
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