(...)
"My first walk up through the three
levels of St. Hilarion was only a few months after the devastating fire
of june 1995 and the entire mountainside was charcoal black.
On the hillside above Kyrenia (Girne) there were no trees or shrubs
and the smell of charred timber hung heavy and acrid in the still autumn
air. There had been no rain to encourage nature in her wonderful process
of regeneration, but, in sheltered nooks and crannies, some greenery
had escaped the swift passage of the scorching flames. Lone pine trees
had miraculously survived whilst everything else around them had fallen
victim to the hungry tongue of Vulcan. The destruction was all around
me and, slowly ascending the path from the lower ward, the sloping terrain
was covered with singed bushes, frizzled trees and blackened rocks.
The entranceway into the Middle Ward seemed unharmed and, following
the pathway to a dark tunnel, I came to the burnt out remains of the
Great Hall. The banqueting chamber used by the Lusignan knights
had been totally laid waste. In recent times it had been used as a refectory
for the castle's visitors, serving cool drinks and afternoon teas on
the north-facing balcony with a clear view towards the town of Kyrenia.
The wooden rafters supporting a tiled roof had burnt through and crashed
to the floor below. The floor in turn collapsed into the under-croft,
smashing anything that had not succumbed to the flames. In this underfloor
storeroom had been the fridges and freezers, the gas cylinders that
fuelled the stoves, the bottles and cans of liquid refreshment. (...)
Source: Essential Cyprus, Issue 38,
December 2004. Text by Lavinia Neville Smith, photograph: Hans Doeleman.