Last day in Cyprus and leaving a little of our hearts behind - although we know we will be back. The mountains and the sea, separated by only a couple of miles. The food, with a twelve month growing season and little interference from undesirable - and expensive - synthetic fertilisers and pesticides. Fruit trees everywhere - you could walk along village lanes eating overhanging fruit in any season. The villages themselves - the cats, dogs, chickens, goats.
It’s tribal, but the essence of the tribe is the family, and North Cyprus is highly familial. We shall return.
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