A common tern at the Kaloni Saltpans, and, in the main drain, squads of wood sandpipers.

The second day, we saw more birds, and more birders. Most were British, but others were German and Dutch. Like us, they were all in little rental cars, but, unlike us with our little camera and small binoculars, they had huge lenses and scopes supported on tripods.

Coffee break. Priests and old men, swinging worry, or prayer, beads.
The towns have very narrow streets,VERY narrow. That's why all the hire cars are like our Kia picanto.
What an experience it has been driving on the right for the first time!

Truly, we never took the car anywhere we wouldn't expect our Australian Seca to go, but we went over a ridge road and another up the pine forest to the plateau. We pulled up and were leaping out because Neil actually SAW a cuckoo, many of which were calling in the area. Two army guys in fatigues strolled over from the adjacent quarry to tell us we couldn't stop, the army was shooting today. Young Theo has a grandmother in Sydney. So we carried on down the other side of the mountain.

Down at the other saltpans were a sociable crowd of bee-eaters. Such colourful antics!

Last stop was a Roman Aqueduct, but we offer this photo of the red-backed shrike in the bush.

Today's morning coffee.

And this evening's stroll along the breakwater.