From the private journal of Lieut-Colonel Donisthorpe Donne:

So I started off back the next morning at 8 a.m. arriving at Limassol about 7 p.m. having done the nearly 50 mile ride on a small mule. I naturally saw little of Larnaca but much of the country between it and Limassol. It is a monotonous journey skirting the coast most of the way and passing through only one village Zee (Zyyi), about half way where I lunched. It is here that the Telegraph wire from Alexandria lands. The country is flat all round Larnaca the road passing the Salt Lakes, which make the place very unhealthy in summer. Monte Stavro Vouni, or the “Sacred Cross” stands out by itself inland, and having once passed Zee (Zyyi) the country becomes mountainous. Limassol is first sighted about  miles off from a gap. Commanding a good view of the bay. One then rides down to the plains of Paleo Limassol, past the site of ancient Amathus and through a flat  thickly treed and cultivated plain into Limassol.