Theyare but memories now,

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
crystal 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
restaurants 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