Regular mini busses take you up a hill to a point where they go right and soon come to a halt: end of the road. This is the point right before they go to the right: a fine house in some delapidation is waiting restoration. Please, restores, be careful, do not overdo it and turn it into one of those shiny white mansions (or worse: hotels, with tens of well-groomed cars in front), with fresh stucco and wood that has just left the factory, for then it will have to age at least 30 years before it gets back the charm it now has.