Paphos and the West #AllAboutTheRuins

There were two cool things about the couple of days we spent around Paphos and the west coast. The first was the accommodation that we stayed in, about an hour north of the city in the hills. The little village of Droushia has winding streets, a little taverna, and this beautiful renovated farmhouse.



Second, the archeological sites to be found along the west coast are important and stunning. First on our list were the tombs of the kings, not that the tombs were actually used by royalty. Members of the higher social classes were buried there, but they got their name due to their grand appearance. It's another UNESCO world heritage site, but grave robbers spirited away tomb treasures a long time ago.

It's right on the coast so all you can see is a desert landscape and all you can hear are the crashing waves
 


The tombs from above
Stairs took you down into them
The burial chambers
View from a tomb
The rest of Paphos smacked to us of Aiya Napa..lots of bars, clubs and restaurants. Not much beach space. Too many fat, sunburned, drinking people. So we kept on going. Next stop, the Paphos Mosaics. The mosaics are found in the Paphos Archealogical Site. The city that lies in ruins now was originally founded in the late 4th century BC. At that time, Cyprus was part of the kingdom of the Ptolemies, the Greco-Macedonian rulers of Egypt whose capital was Alexandria. Paphos was an important strategic outpost for the Ptoleies and the settlement grew quite large over the subsequent seven centuries. The city was originally encircled by massive walls and occuped an area of about 950 000 sq metres. Despite being ceded to the Romans in 58 BC, it remained the centre of all political and administrative life in Cyprus until a major earthquake in the 4th century badly damaged it. Salamis in the east became the new capital. Arab raids in the 7th century further contributed to the city's demise and neitehr Lusignan settledment (1192-1489) nor Venetian and Ottoman colonisation revived its fortunes. 

The intricate collection of mosacis was discovered by accident in 1962 when a farmer ploughed his field. They originally decorated the floor of a large, wealthy residence from the Roman period. They are mostly based on ancient Greek myths.


The wooden roof provided some respite from the burning heat and sun
Descriptions were also provided in Braille. Which is cool, and which we only found in this location in Cyprus, but I wonder if there is really a big market for people with vision difficulties visiting mosaics?
Outside again we discovered the heart of the original complex, built in the 2nd century.



Clearly needing our daily fix of ancient ruins, our first stop the following day was the Temple of Aphrodite, closely followed by Aphrodite's Rock and beach. 
Ruined temple

The museum near the ruins
Probably the most famous beach in Cyprus, legend has it that Aphrodite, ancien patron goddess of Cyprus, emerged here from the sea in a surge of foamn, before no doubt going off to entertain some lovers. And, well, that's it! It was more about the nostalgia for me...and the beautiful location. But Small Fry was napping and we drove on...
...to ancient Kourion. It was most likely founded in neolithic times and held a strategic position high on a bluff overlooking the sea. It became a permanent settlement in about the 13th century BC, when Mycenaean colonisers established themselves here. The settlement also prospered under the Ptolemies and Romans. Pirate raids in the 7th century eventually forced the Bishop of Kurion to move his base to nearby Episkopi. Kourion declined from that time on and was rediscovered in 1876 when excavations began.

The site is dominated by its classical Roman theatre. The original was destroyed by that 4th century earthquake and what remains now is a reconstruction, used for outdoor cultural events. 


There were also beautiful mosaics from the 5th century BC
And that was it, because now Small Fry needed his second nap, and we needed to get to Larnaca by dinner time in order to catch our flight the next day. So we made an all too brief stop at Kolossi Castle, touched on the Akrotiri Sovereign Base Area, and zoomed on. 
When Cyprus finally - and belatedly - received its independence from colonial administration in 1960, Britain negotiated terms that saw the newly formed Republic of Cyprus cede 158 sq km to its former colonial master. The territories are known as sovereign base areas and contain British military bases.

We made it in time for our Last Supper in Larnaca, and a quick walk along the pier before sundown.

Our final sunset
Cyprus' past is full of stories of colonisers, raiders and armies generally coveting the small island's strategic position. It was fascinating learning about its history - and some of my history I suppose - along the way. And at the same time, we had a brilliant holiday. There was plenty of sun and sea, and great food. We met wonderfully open and friendly people who made life easy for us (mainly because SF is so cute). There was incredible scenery, excellent roads, high quality accommodation and plenty of things to visit and learn about. We came. We saw. We loved it.

Kakopetria #ToTheHills

From Nicosia we finally turned west and headed up into the hills. Bye bye mosquitoes!
Our little mosquito bitten munchkin
Kakopetria gets its name from a line of rocks along the ridge around the UNESCO heritage site village. Situated on both sides of the Karyotis river, the villages is filled with steep roads, hanging trees and the sound of natural storm drains. The area is very popular with wealthy Cypriots who retire to their homes in the mountains for the hot summer months.

It was beautiful. The hotel was awesome. The food was incredible. We felt so relaxed and could have stayed there all week.
The Mill Hotel. Ideally situated next to the river with a slow-turning mill wheel and a shady terrace.
 The old quarter of the village.





On our excursion that day, we crossed from the Solea Valley in which Kakopetria is perched, to the Marathasa Valley. El Puma did all the switchback driving because I was doing my best not to bring up my most excellent breakfast. The views were beautiful, the forest smelled of pines, I had all these wonderful memories, but the distances were long, the bends sharp and the sun hot, and I was very happy when we arrived at the tomb of Archbishop Makarios III. Makarios was the first president of Cyprus during its bried period of independence as a united island, and was buried here at his request, close to the place where he served as an apprentice monk in 1926. The simple stone sepulchre is overlaid with black marble and covered by a round, stone-inlaid done. It's simple and beautiful, but is partly so humble because it was hastily constructed after Makarios' sudden death in 1977 (aged 63).
This huge bronze statue was moved from Nicosia's Archepiscopal Palace in 2008 and now stands on the hill with the tomb round the back after a short walk. 
Makarios is rememberd by many as a leader, statesman and the embodiment of the people' s aspirations for independence and identity
From the tomb is was a short drive down the hill to the island's most prosperous and opulent Orthodox monastery, Kykkos. It was founded in the 11th century by a Byzantine emperor. Over the centuries, a series of fires all but destroyed the original building and the surviving monastery is an imposing and well-maintained structure from 1831. It's still a functioning monastery, so I saw many a sunburned Russian adorning the long purple robes given out to those wearing less than appropriate attire (men and women).

Small Fry in front of some of the incredible mosaics that adorn the outside hallways

A break in Troƶdos
Still smiling, despite the bends, heat and walking

The North #TheOccupiedTerritory

Everywhere Small Fry went, he was ADORED. We found Greek Cypriots to be incredibly family-friendly and SF picked up treats and cheek pinches wherever he went. But after we crossed the border into the north, it doubled. At least. He got requests for photos even.
Of course he would.
Threatened abduction.
After one week based in Pyla, we started moving around to explore the rest of Cyprus. First stop: Nicosia. The capital of Cyprus, Nicosia, has been a divided city since 1963, when a British military commander drew a line across the city on a map with a green pen after violence against Turkish cypriots by insurgents supporting indpendence forced them to retreat into enclaves. The border has been called the Green Line ever since. The Turkish military invasion of 1974 formalised the division between the two halves of the city. Border restrictions were relaxed in 2003, allowing overnight trips across the Green Line. However, hire car insurance is invalid in the north, and so we decided to cross to North Nicosia on foot and then see if it was possible to get to the port town of Kyrenia on the north coast.

The border wall, seen from the north
North Nicosia, as seen from the south. The Green Line is about halfway up the image.
A rare example of a medieval caravanserai. During the Ottoman period, travellers and traders could find accommodation in these inns, as well as a place to stable their horses, trade their goods and socialise with fellow travellers. It was built in 1572 and was renovated in the 1990s.
Work started on the Selimiye mosque (the Church of Agia Sofia) in 1209. Louis IX of France gave it a much needed shot of money when he passed by on his way to the Crusades in 1248. It was finally consecrated in 1326. When the Ottomans arrived in 1571 they stripped the building of its Christian contents and added two minarets, between which the Turkish Cypriot and Turkish flags now fly.

Without our own transport, we could take a taxi to Kyrenia (about 30 minutes north on the coast) or a local bus, or a minibus, which leaves once it's full. The minibus was really good fun, cheap and efficient. And inside I spotted this local with TOMS shoes (so they can't be that underdeveloped!).
Kyrenia was founded around 1200 BC, and in the 7th century the Byzantines constructed the castle to ward off Arab raids. In 1191 Richard the Lionheart captured it on his way to Jersualem and a third crusade. The castle was then used as a residence and a prison, and sold to the Knights Templar  and then Guy de Lusignan when he became king of Cyprus. In the 14th century the Venetians extended the castle, as did the Ottomans, and eventually the town became a favourite of British military retired ex-pats, until Turkish forces landed on beaches just a couple of kilometres away.
The castle from the harbour

El Puma studying the 12th century Byzantine chapel.
Looking towards the dungeons where lots of horrible - and re-constructed - events took place.
Travelling by minibus
Releaxing at the hotel in Nicosia after a long day of sightseeing.

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