Five of us cram into the four-seater jeep in search of some history and culture. We travel up towards and then along the South West coast, us three in the back taking turns being the one who's awkwardly balanced on top of one of the wheels. The open top compensates for most of the discomfort though, as do the views.

When we're really in need for some cool relief we come across a beautiful beach with fine-grain sand and plenty of space. People are starting to doubt whether the quest for cultural knowledge really is that worthwhile. The amphitheatre we've been chasing is literally around the corner, and after a suitable break with lunch and cool drinks we decide it would be a shame to have come this far and not have paid it a visit.

The ticket costs one pound, that seems to be the standard price for entry to Cypriot sites of historical interest. The amphitheatre overlooks the sea, and is obviously still used for performances - stacks of black plastic chairs and a set-up for a sound system are clear signs. We try the accoustics out by reciting classical phrases, 'Arse!' being the most popular one by far.