Beach Camping with the Squirrels!

No, there is not a lot camping in Cyprus. And there are very, very few places to camp as everything is very built up or is a public beach. The few remote places are a bit off the beaten track. Off the beaten track has an entirely different definition in Cyprus. As no one walks anywhere, this can be somewhere that you cannot park you car on top of. To reach this lovely spot you have to carefully manage a slippery slope rock and gravel. It’s a small horseshoe pitch of sand carved out by the ocean. Most ravines like this are filled with debris and refuse (this one not excluded). It’s only 50 minutes from the house and will be a great alternative to anything we might want to do in Nicosia on a Friday evening. We arrived shortly before nightfall, set up camp and enjoyed the stars. We had planned on being home relatively early the following morning, so we were not too upset about a cantankerous old woman who threatened to call the police because Humita was on a beach (trash whole). This is the truly unfortunate thing about Cyprus. There are a few who are extremely limited in foresight and personality. The lovely Cypriot couple in the trash pit adjacent to ours were enamored of all three of Humita’s meter-long ventures into the sea and did not think for a moment that they could catch mad cow disease by touching the same water from a distance of 100 meters. The old woman didn’t have mad cows- she was a mad cow. I took into great consideration her age and simply smiled and said we were leaving. (I had so wanted to show her what the “Aquatic Ostrich” was all about, but I am nice to elderly people- even this one). Also, for the non-linguists, “xenophobe” ξένος and φόβος – from the ancient Greek- fear of foreigners. She kept calling me English while yelling about Humita- “English” “English” “English”. I’m ‘merican Aunt B.!