Those walks along the promenade and taking lunch at the Erdem.
The boat trips were we visited the cave,fed the fish at the fish farm and swam from the boat into cristal clear waters.
Only memories now of the jeep safari when we visited the waterfall,walked out to sea on the sandbank at Oranihya and got involved in endless water fights with fellow jeepers.
My lonely walks in the early morning around the village, no one for company but the hens ,goats and numerous birds singing their morning song,with the rhythmic beat of the crickets in the background.
The smell of the land and off the bakers shop, so distinctive.
Nights spent in the restaurents and bars, enjoying a meal and a few drinks with friends, singing and dancing and watching the shows are all but fading memories.
The winter will be long and cold but as long as we can hang onto our memories the time will soon pass till we again return to our magical place.
Gene
Gene
