Glossa - Famagusta

And after our journey along the old road- our destination, the part of Famagusta beach that we are allowed to access. We used to call it Glossa and we still do. The sea here is shimmering and clear and the sand is white and pliable underfoot. Swimming is just wonderful as the sea has warmed from the summer months. It is as still as a lake and bright. 

 The Ghost town of Famagusta in the distance with our homes lying empty and derelict.

 I guess we have to be thankful we can still enjoy this corner - here is someone who did !

Furious however to find that where we were sitting on the beach, idiots, because there is no other word to describe such people, decided to have a party on the beach and popped poppers with glitter and confetti. The shiny bits flew into the water and the fish were attracted to the colours and of course will end up swallowing all these things, so G and I sat and picked up every bit of glitter and restored that bit of beach to a much cleaner state. Sadly there were more cigarette butts then we could possibly collect. Such a shame people are so unthinking of preserving the natural beauty of such places. 

 Not even this could take away our joy of swimming in these waters.