A chance to visit a place probably/hopefully unique in the whole universe.



In Cyprus water is held to be the key to life itself, and quite rightly so due to a low annual rainfall further diminished by the recent effects of global warming.  Similar to life itself however it is both the most and least precious gift of the gods.  At the time of writing (2000), Cyprus had six months supply of water in its almost empty reservoirs and warnings of dire prognostications abound.
Yet still most housewives spend at least half an hour a day watering the road outside their front doors to keep down the dust. Likewise you will be had pressed to find an unwashed car.
This can be explained in one of two ways.


 1.  Homer* in his work the Iliad assures us that before any feast generous libations of wine were poured out upon the earth as a sacrifice to the gods and prayers were said. Indeed it was the lack of such sacrifices that so complicated Odysseus' journey home in Homer's subsequent work the Odyssey.


 2.  The goldfish bowl mentality that prevails on this otherwise delightful island.  No past to learn from - no future to prepare for.  Only and eternal today defined by what I alone can see, feel and use.

 * Homer, the name traditionally assigned to the reputed author of the Iliad and the Odyssey, the two major epics of Greek antiquity.  Nothing is known of Homer the individual, and in fact the question of whether a single person can be said to be responsible for the creation of the two epics is highly controversial.   Let's spread the blame, I say.