We lived initially, just off Tombs of the Kings Road where bin lorries (Scaffy Wagons), arrived prompt on a Tuesday and also a Thursday morning at 5 o'clock - 5.15ish on the dot-ish. I was always amazed that there were two collections a week of our rubbish . . . . .so, more often than not, went back to sleep quite content.
We then moved out to Anarita for around three years . . . . . . .where the Cockerels did their squaking, crowing, scratching and male (I'm the man) thing, from around 4.45am in the morning. Yep, eventually went back to sleep but, also the next day would drive the the tortuous, pot ridden route about 1/2 mile up to the chicken farm . . . . . And get the best double Yokers ever known to man or beast.
In our final 3 or 4 years in Cyprus we moved to Chlorakas, where a near Cypriot neighbour had a poor doggie locked up in a concrete kennel 24/7 and the wee soul did howl a bit.
I am convinced to this day that the guy took our concerns on board as the dog was looked after in a more appropriate manner ie given water, fed and occasionaly taken out for a walk. Perhaps not to the best standards but . . . . . .it was better. A whole lot better.
Lots of things 'got on our wick' about living in Cyprus but, we loved it passionately warts an all. Sega Sega.
Maggie B