Another beautiful day with clear skies and warm sunshine. Ant and I set off in Cathy and Derek’s car headed for the very tip of the island in search of turtles (Bee would certainly have taken twice as long on the deeply potholed gravel tracks). We had been told we were too late to see them laying eggs or hatching in the sands, but that we may be lucky enough to catch the babies in the water if we went to Golden Beach on the southern coast of the peninsula. The water was definitely clear enough to see everything that was swimming in it, but unfortunately we didn’t see any baby turtles. We did see the wild Karpaz donkeys though; quite a few of them, along with plenty of long-eared sheep and goats. It’s a shame the dispute over the land in Cyprus is not yet resolved. If something doesn’t change soon, I fear it will be the wildlife that suffers most, due to the litter that is not being collected in some areas along the coast.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins