Anyhoo, either way, I'm in Nicosia. Decidedly THE WORST place in the world to go running. Well, the worst place in Cyprus, at least. I shall however be a brave soldier and go out for a jog anyway. So if I'm never heard of again I've been run over by a Greek car.
Last time I came here I almost caused a diplomatic incident by going to look at "checkpoint charlie" to Northern Cyprus, accidentally crossing the line, and then not being allowed back over to the Greek side again, because I didn't have my passport with me. After 10 minutes of arguing, they got bored and let me back in. Fortunately for these purposes, I am decidedly un-Turkish looking. Unless they have an enclave of pasty faced ginger ones with northern accents somewhere east of Istanbul.
I shall endeavour to steer my run away from the checkpoint. Getting run over by a Greek car is one thing... last time I got runover by a Turkish tank, my pants were pretty much a write off.
And finally, I never reported back from Friday's run. It was OK. 8:56 pace average over 20 miles, with lots of sneezing. The manflu didn't however kill me, so let's count that as a qualified win.