*pokes LJ*

[brigdh]

Hello! I'm still alive!

I'm also still in Cyprus, but the project I'm currently working on has internet access. Which, of course, I cannot resist. I don't really have enough free time to keep up with my flist or with comments, but that's no reason why I shouldn't post.

Okay, who wants photos?

This is what Cyprus looks like:

Yeah, I wish. It doesn't look anything like this where I'm living. This is Governor's Beach.


This is the landscape of the village of Athienou, where I actually am. I'd rather live on the beach.


And this is the exciting events surrounding an archaeological site:

Yeah, that's a donkey trying to have sex with a horse. He was too short to make it work, but he tried every day, gosh darn it! We were fascinated by this saga of cross-species love. At least until the stallion came and chased the donkey away.


And, for Racheline, this is a photo of me working on flotation, a process that involves washing dirt to get seeds and other tiny things:

Me and my bucket!


Mmm, mud.


So, how are y'all?

Comments

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

Why, hello there, stranger! And I don't know, even the area you're staying looks rather sunny and picturesque. Also, you look very competent and buff. *G*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Except that everything here is brown. Everything! Dirt to plants to buildings. But thank you! *grins*

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's not so good. How far is the beach? *G*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Not far, actually! The closest are between half an hour and an hour drive- the problem's just convincing someone that a beacj break is totally necessary.

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

I would think that would be axiomatic.