Saturday 21 May: Ayios Philon

We wake to the sound not of the Muezzin but to the sound of waves lapping on the shore beneath our room. What a heavenly place this is. Certainly simple and rustic compared to the luxuries of Girne but the situation is amazing and the staff are very friendly and welcoming. We cycle about 5 miles down a rough potholed road to Aphendrika, the site of an important Cyprus village in 200BC where there are more recent ruins of 12th century Churches, dwellings and a citadel. We explore the tumbled down ruins once again hearing the familiar frequent cry of the Francolin. We then hear braying and see a group of wild donkeys, brown with white muzzles. Back to our local beach with white sands the colour of the Caribbean for a few hours of reading and bronzing and the odd dip in the clear sea. A brief break for a beer and a tuna salad before resuming our horizontal positions. We gather that the first turtle has been spotted nesting at the far end of the beach. We may try to explore after dark to see if we can see any.