Have a look at these fantastic photos posted by iceman Des!!!
http://www.cyprus-forum.com/viewtopic.p ... ght=photos
Des wrote:Thankyou Zan. Like I said, there were always a few people who would let us know we were unwelcome! Being Irish, I understood how they felt. In fact when we told any local that we were Irish, not English, we always got a warm welcome.
BC Numismatics wrote:Des,Tess is also a Taig who engages in the idolatrous worship of the pointed hatted Nazi gorilla in Rome (a.k.a. the Pope of Rome) as well.
I'm a Prod of both Scots & Norse descent,but I am from a fiercely pro-English background anyway.
Aidan.
Des wrote:Hi everybody, I came across this forum whilst surfing the net. Looks interesting.
I have an interest in all things Cypriot. I spent nearly three years there in the early sixties as a teenager and remember the place with much affection. Some of the happiest days of my childhood.
My father was in the RAF and our family lived off the camp in Nicosia. We lived in three different locations. First in Kavala Street, Ayous Domedious or Ayous Pavlos, (excuse spelling) then in a little house up alongside the racecourse not far from the White Rose bar which is now the White Rose laundry! Lastly we lived on the Turkish side just behind the Ledra Palace in it's heyday. We would sit out on the balcony on warm summer evenings listening to the entertainers in the Ledra Palace for free. Just down the road was the Royal Air Force club, The Roundel. It's derelict now and in no man's land.
As kids we were well aware of the tensions at the time...1960-63....and though we got on well with most local people, there were always one or two who resented us being there, understandably. An abiding memory was the blue graffiti everywhere...Enosis, Eoka etc. The time we were there was just in between two periods of bloodshed. The war against the British had just ended and the next clash between the two communities began in 1963 just as we were leaving. Sampson was making a bid for power about then.
We were lucky to live in town and were not isolated like a lot of the other service familes on the base near the airport. We lived and played with local kids and made friends with our neighbours both Turkish and Greek. On weekends we would go to Famagusta or Kyrenia. Fabulous places. Sometimes we would go up to the Troodos mountains. To us kids it was all a great adventure long before the arrival of cheap package holidays. Cyprus in those days was still a far away exotic destination. Ordinary Brits took their holidays in Blackpool and Scarborough in those days and the abomination that is Aya Napa didn't exist.
I have many fond memories of Nicosia. My old man sitting out on the veranda with his buddies drinking Keo brandy and sending us kids down to the local shop to get jugs of red wine for pennies. Or mills I think it was in those days. We would run round the shops for our mother to buy an oke of potatoes and for some reason a bottle of Coke always tasted so good in Cyprus and the orange drinks were delicious. Alpha orange, I think. Oh, and Bel Cola, a Turkish copy of Coca Cola.
Our last home in Nicosia was just over on the Turkish side near the river. We lived in a block of flats which is still there. It looked out over the beautiful mountains with Pendactylus? jutting up into the sky. I was back there about 8 years ago and the mountains were disfigured with a huge Turkish flag. No taste.
On my trip there a few years back, I was kind of disappointed to see what progress had made of the lovely old city of Nicosia. The Greek side was all new apartments and glass high rises and every square inch was built upon. When I lived there there were lots of open spaces and empty fields. Not now. All the old houses seemed to have disappeared and were replaced by ugly blocks of flats.
On the Turkish side it hadn't really changed at all. I wandered around the mosque area and the markets and Attaturk Square and it was just as I remembered it. The pace of life was slower and more relaxed.
Another thing, when did Metaxis Square become Freedom Square or Independence Square? The old name was much more suitable.
Do any of the older people here remember my old man's local bar, the Mouflon or the Alkazar?
I hope the regulars here don't mind me joining the forum. I have kept up with most that is happening in Cyprus over the years. I guess living there in the formative years of my life has given me a certain affinity with the place and a love for it. I must go back again soon. I still have an old copy of Bitter Lemons somewhere on my bookshelves.
tessintrnc wrote:BC Numismatics wrote:Des,Tess is also a Taig who engages in the idolatrous worship of the pointed hatted Nazi gorilla in Rome (a.k.a. the Pope of Rome) as well.
I'm a Prod of both Scots & Norse descent,but I am from a fiercely pro-English background anyway.
Aidan.
Good morning my little Irish Bog trotter - denying your roots again?
BC Numismatics wrote:tessintrnc wrote:BC Numismatics wrote:Des,Tess is also a Taig who engages in the idolatrous worship of the pointed hatted Nazi gorilla in Rome (a.k.a. the Pope of Rome) as well.
I'm a Prod of both Scots & Norse descent,but I am from a fiercely pro-English background anyway.
Aidan.
Good morning my little Irish Bog trotter - denying your roots again?
Tess,you're the bog trotter,& I'm not of Irish descent,but SCOTS!
Cyprusgrump,you are a troll! You are also a major league tosser!
Aidan.
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