To explore this mysterious area, we hired a golf buggy and were fortunate to have a young man named Hussein as our driver and guide. Friendly, warm, and incredibly knowledgeable, Hussein shared stories and historical insights that brought the abandoned streets and crumbling buildings to life. His passion for the area’s history was evident as he pointed out once-luxurious hotels, now standing in decayed grandeur, slowly being reclaimed by nature.
He even stopped at the local beach, where we found ourselves completely alone. The sand was golden and the sea calm and clear, yet the silence made it feel almost surreal. Just decades ago, this beach would have been packed with sunbathers and swimmers. Now, only the sound of the waves remains.
As we drove through the silent streets, the old decaying buildings loomed like echoes of a lost era. Balconies hung by threads, faded shop signs clung to cracked walls, and rusted cars sat where they had been abandoned half a century ago. It was a sight to behold — utterly fascinating, but deeply tragic too.
Visiting Varosha felt like stepping into a living time capsule. It’s a place that tells a powerful story of hope, loss, and the fragility of peace.
We returned to the walled city of Famagusta and decided to explore and see the City views from on top of the historic walls.
In the evening we walked over to the local square where the late afternoon sunshine showed off the old buildings superbly.
We then strolled over to the Aspava Restaurant & Bar restaurant where we enjoyed a excellent meal with great service.
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