Anyway, that's enough gawping at Foinikas from above, so let's go to Foinikas itself. I am not going to show you the route we took. I did that in an earlier blog (link below), and we will soon be publishing a film of the journey. Suffice it to say that we came from the Nata-Choletra bridge.

And there's the village we know and love. It never ceases to amaze me how in-place it looks when the reservoir is full. Almost as if the reservoir predated it, which is of course, not true. The valley was flooded a decade after the invasion of 1974.

We won't show many pictures of Foinikas itself. Let's face it, we have already published several hundred pictures in blog form, so regular readers will know it inside out already. Instead we will show enough to whet the appetite of newer readers. We will also show some nice close-ups that Alex took, including shots of some rather large spiders.

These provided about the only non-yellow colour to the scene.

You used to be able to see the fabulous oven there, but it is sadly no more. I originally thought it had been vandalised, but now think it might just have been a victim of all the rain.