
Just along the donkey track from us ...
Now, step a little closer …

2010 Ikea catalogue, in Greek
Our old friends Ikea are still doing a roaring trade here!


Just along the donkey track from us ...
Now, step a little closer …

2010 Ikea catalogue, in Greek
Our old friends Ikea are still doing a roaring trade here!

Parts of the garden are still a mystery to us. Before he left Mad Alex gave a rudimentary overview of some of the plants but it was far from complete and, as we’ve since discovered, not entirely accurate. Gosh, there’s a surprise.
Near the end of the garden, and overhanging the stone wall, was a fairly forlorn 15 foot high tree. During our first attempt at pruning we cut the tree back, mainly concentrating on removing the branches on our side of the wall as they were fighting with the yucca, an unknown fruit tree and one of the lemon trees. We left the height, took the weight off the wall, and left all of branches hanging out into the street.
Its hard pruning seems to have done it no harm at all as it is now in full flower. It is covered in hundreds of most vibrant bright yellow flowers, as well as clusters of seed pods. We still have no idea what the tree is.
Today, whilst walking down towards the gate, we heard a loud buzzing noise.
For most of April the garden is alive with the sound of bees as they come along to harvest the pollen from the fruit tree flowers, and ensure we get a good fruit crop, but hearing this so late in the year is new.
A little investigation found that the yellow tree was full of the biggest, fattest bees we’ve ever seen. The bees were moving from flower to flower, diving into each blossom to get the very last pollen in each one. The sound was so loud that while we were taking photos tourists stopped to look at the trees and the bees.
It turns out that photographing busy bees isn’t easy … but there’s just no other way to get across their size. So, please excuse any slight out-of-focusness – the depth of field issues were an interesting challenge!

The yellow-flower tree

The flowers in close-up
For sizing purposes that’s a 1€ coin nestling among the flowers; it just fits inside one of the trumpet flowers. A little research confirms that the 1€ coin is about the same size as a UK £1 coin and, for our American cousins, the size of a US quarter.

One huge bee in a pretty big flower

Preparing for entry
We still have no idea what the tree is so any insights or suggestions would be gratefully received. In the meantime … the buzzing continues!

The, belated, autumn rains have finally started. We mentioned a little rain in October but apart from that it has been pretty much dry since long before the start of the summer. Reservoirs are worryingly empty and talk of water rationing is common.
Over the last week or so there has been speculation that the rain was due and in the early hours of Monday morning it finally arrived, with a vengeance!
We were woken by a lightning storm around 3am and for about 90 minutes we were treated to a fantastic display of thunder and lightning to the north and east. Part way through we popped the final flyscreen from the upstairs windows as, with the windows opening outwards, we were in danger of having a flooded room.
In the early hours of Tuesday morning we had a repeat performance – without the flooding risk – but again with a fantastic electrical storm.
Later on Tuesday we popped into town to run some errands. On the way home we were speculating how much rain had fallen and if the Salt Lakes might have moved from ‘bone dry’ to at least a little damp. In the wet months the lakes are home to up to 12 thousand greater flamingos who arrive as soon as the lakes are wet and leave as the very last moisture disappears. Quite how they know that the Larnaca salt lakes are damp and it is time to make a move from their summer home is another question entirely.
Anyway, hoping to see water but not expecting flamingos yet we drove back via the salt lakes and were amazed to see dozens of flamingos. This was less than 36 hours since the first real rains and already they were back, and looking absolutely wonderful!
The flock spot us … some stay (bottom right corner) but a group fly directly overhead


On the road on the way to the beach we drive passed a road sign in Greek and translated into English.
Glancing at the sign, at a distance, it’s clear that there are supposed to be some traffic calming measures ahead. Actually, we’re pretty sure there aren’t any but that’s another issue.
On closer inspection though the English translation just doesn’t work!

Here in Cyprus we seem to face pretty much the same problem we did in the UK with a stream of utilities, and others, digging up any given stretch of road in a random fashion. Eventually the surface becomes such a mess of laid and relaid surface that the whole road has to be closed for a complete resurface … and then the merry-go-round starts again.
Needless to say, in Cyprus there is an added nuance – laying a new road around any existing impediments …
A very large senior school is being constructed just up the road from us. Aside from it seeming to include the removal of a zillion cubic metres of hillside and a semi-permanet dust storm it, of course, needs a brand new access road. The pre-existing road, from which the new access road to the school is now built, leads to a major Police Station and a cluster of houses. It is common practice, a bit like the US, for electricity to be supplied via overhead cables on a network of telegraph poles and mini-transformers.
So what do you do if the new road plan says “build it here“, and the local electricity system is in the way?
Well … it’s obvious isn’t it? You build the road around it …