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We Are Off to Greece

A Change of culture

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As some of you may know, we were hoping to get to a Greek Island or two while we were here in Turkey. The island of Rhodes, was recommended and it was fairly close to the Turkish coastline. So after 4 very quiet days in Selimiye, we struck out early one morning in our car to get the hydrofoil over to Rhodes. We had arranged to leave our car close to the port. We dropped off our baggage, bought our tickets, boarded the hydrofoil and were in Rhodes in just over 1 hour. It was a bit of a shock to be faced with the hustle and bustle of a tourist town after being in Selimiye, but Rhodes city and the island of Rhodes had a lot of treasures for us to discover.

The old town of Rhodes is a Unesco World Heritage site. The old walled city as it is referred to is an area of about 8 square kilometers completely encircled by a stone wall and buildings from 1300's. This is where we stayed and hung out when we were not touring the island by car. It has a feel as if you are living in a medieval city. There is history at every turn as you wander along the cobble stone streets and narrow alley ways. Of course the main drag is full of tourist shops, kind of like walking down Government street in Victoria at the height of tourist season. But once you are off the main drag, charm abounds.
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One of the churches that Brad and I stumbled upon dated back to the 13th century. It was very small but every inch was decorated in frescos and other pieces of art.


Our pension was lovely - called Attik, in a great setting in the medieval old town. It is owned and run by a young Italian couple (Mara and Francesco). Each room was individually decorated and named after a famous author. It was so cute, with multiple gardens and roof top terraces. It was a real find.


As Sue and Wayne only had 2 days here, we decided to go our separate ways to do some exploring. Brad and I rented a car, while Sue and Wayne explored Rhodes on foot in more depth. We headed down the western side of the island first and into the mountains. Great scenery along the way. Stopped at the small town of Siana - explored the back lane ways. Our end point was Monolithos where we explored a crusader fortress. There were no guard rails to be found with a straight drop down the cliff if you looked too far over the edge. Stopped at a road side stand where I was given samples of home made liquors - honey, rose, lavender, sage - OMG that stuff was strong. Saying "No" was not an option. Didn't want to be rude afterall!! Needless to say, Brad was driving from that point on!


Siana village

Crusader's Fortress

The next day Sue and Wayne hit the road early to make their way onto Selchuk. Brad and I hopped in the car and explored the east side of the island - destination, Lindos, a village more than 800 years old with an acropolis where worshipping of the various gods goes back to 400 BC. Finally we found our postcard Greek town - white washed building stacked one on top of the other surrounded by turquoise waters and crowned with an acropolis.


We got off the main drag and headed for the winding back streets - so peaceful, then wandered around for quite some time soaking in the sites. It started to heat up and as it was lunch time,found ourselves a rooftop terrace and had an ice cold Alpha beer and a wonderful meal. There were amazing views looking over this postcard pretty town with breathtaking bays at either end. Oh, we were also lucky enough to find a souvenir for Shelby by the name of Spiros, a Greek hottie! They even have something in common; they have both worked in London, they both have tattoos and they are both in their twenties. I think he is her type - I'll let you be the judge!


After lunch it was time to climb to the top of the acropolis. Again, no guard rails anywhere - I avoided the edges as much as possible. They are still excavating and repairing this site. It is quite something to experience and walk through. Like many of the historical sites we have visited, it has gone through many phases and stages of occupation starting from 2400 years ago. It was partially destroyed by invaders and enhanced and changed by various conquering peoples.

By chance Brad and I happened to wander into an art shop - we discovered that the artist had lived in Ontario for many years. He left Greece in 1969 and came back in the 90's. Both of his daughers have been accepted to Waterloo University and they will be going there next year. It was fun to visit with them and talk with his daughter (whose English was very good I might add). This world just keeps on getting smaller and smaller.

So after buying some art, it was time for a swim in the most incredible lagoon. Brad went snorkling and saw many fish. It was so refreshing and beautiful at the same time.


Home in time for dinner. Had the best calamari I have ever eaten along with some cuttlefish risotto -coloured blue from the ink of the cuttle fish- along with some grilled smoked mackerel and a lovely salad. It's so fun to have such a selection of starters. Such a great way to experience the Greek cuisine with a variety of foods and flavours all in one meal.

Over the last 3 days we had the opportunity to meet some wonderful Greek people. Some we had long converstions with and heard their personal stories and learned about their country and culture. This brief excursion to Rhodes gave us an overview of the scenery, the people a taste of their cuisine and walk back into their incredible history. It also gave us a yearning to explore another Greek island in the future.

Heather & Brad

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Paradise Found!!!

A one of a kind seaside village...

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The tip from Atilla, the gracious owner of the Villa Rhapsody, where we stayed for a few days—was priceless. We asked Atilla where there was a special getaway place, where few tourists know about. The village he recommended is called Selimiye. Atilla said it is best to get there if you have a car or a yacht. Since we decided to put off the yacht purchase for now we arranged a car rental. This is one of the rewarding benefits of not travelling with a set agenda. You stay at a wonderful bed and breakfast or small villa or pansiyon as they are referred to in Turkey and ask the owner for travel tips. We have found one of the best strategies is to talk with the owners about 3 to 4 days before deciding where to go, gather the tips, do a little of our own internet research and then pick our next destination.

After a couple of fun days in the interesting but touristy river town of Dalyan we were ready for a drastic change of scenery and pace. Selimiye seemed like the perfect choice.

Now we just needed a car as buses would not get us to the seaside village of Selimiye. Even negotiating for a car rental is a fun experience in Turkey. Here we are in a small town of Dalyan where there are only 2 car rental places. Each car rental agency we discovered only had 2 vehicles to rent: either a 2012 blue Kia Rio or a van, or if we went to the 2nd agency we could choose a red 2012 Kia Rio or the van. We quickly decided that we did not need a van so it came down to a red or blue Kia. So few choices but we did not want to insult either family rental agency. The car rental meant big bucks to them as the busy tourist season was still 3 weeks away and we were likely their only customers this week. The mother and father came out from agency #2 and talked kindly to us about the car. We listened intently nodding our heads in unison. Unfortunately Wayne and I understood nothing except a few gestures, as we only know about 4 Turkish words. Then a break, –-- their daughter appeared and had some English. We came to price and terms, only $36 per day or $18 per couple including everything. Just to be sure the daughter ran next door to another shopkeeper who spoke more English and we shook on the deal.
Cars give you a lot of flexibility in more isolated parts of Turkey where bus service is infrequent. We have used buses and Dolmas, (small buses). We experienced a 2 hour bus ride earlier on our trip on their first class line. Quite amazing! A deluxe Mercedes bus, complete with a hostess in uniform and tie serving us free refreshments and snacks. We had a personal monitor at every seat offering music channels. The fare was only $8 for the 2 hour ride. I figure about two notches above North American bus service.

We began our 3 hour car ride towards Selimiye, on the Bozburun Peninsula. There was terrific scenery on the way. We stopped several times just to soak in the vistas, take photos and have lunch. We drove deeper into rural Turkey and towns became more infrequent and much smaller. Then we crested the last hill and stopped at a high viewpoint. Below was the small village of Selimiye. It was breathtaking: a gorgeous bay encircled by green hills, about 150 white washed buildings with red tile roofs, a few fishing boats and visiting yachts anchored or lining the docks, and the most inviting turquoise water. We raced down the hill to find our next place to stay.
Nothing was pre-booked this time. We wanted to find the ideal place on the water, in our price range, with lots of character. After looking at four places we decided on a bed & breakfast called Nane Limon. What a great choice! This was to become our home for 4 days. We could have stayed 2 weeks.

Nane Limon only has 6 rooms in total and we were the first guests of the season. We walk out our rooms to lush gardens and then another 20 meters to a sitting area under a canopy of trees. From this waterfront sitting area we gather each morning to have our tasty breakfast or hang out later in the afternoon when we want some relief from the sun. Another 10 meters right in front of our breakfast area is a 20 X 40 foot wooden dock cantilevered over the Mediterranean ocean. This is our special place in the sun to watch the activity of this sleepy village and the harbour.

There is about a 2 kilometer pedestrian only walkway that fronts the ocean and encircles the whole bay. We are located right in the middle of the walkway. We have a choice of about 10 really good restaurants all within a 5 minute walk. Sue & Heather love poking in the dozen or so little retail shops looking for clothing or gifts to bring home. This town is non-touristy, and no one calls out to you to come in to their shop or restaurant. We only hear, ‘marhaba’, which means hello, and accompanied by a big smile or wave. And like in most of Turkey we have observed no American fast food outlets. They would definitely go out of business here as the Turkish cuisine is so damn good!
This is a photo of the walkway during morning rush hour!

The swimming is fantastic. Wayne and I are in at least twice a day, the ladies at least once. We can dive off the dock right in front of us or wade in 30 meters to the left of our place. The Mediterranean is crystal clear here in our bay. We figure you can see at least 30 feet underwater. We often snorkel & see many varieties of fish. The water temp is perfect as the air temp is now up around 28 degrees each day.

Next to us is one of the best restaurants we have ever eaten in. It is run by a woman named Suzanne from Sweden and her husband Hussein from Turkey. They cater mostly to the people on the visiting yachts...big fancy yachts! There is no menu here. Suzanne takes each patron up to her refrigerated food display case. About 40 items are on display here including the fresh seafood that was delivered in the morning. Suzanne patiently explains each item. It is a tough decision as it all looks soooo good. We have eaten here twice and all of us walk out with a huge smile of satisfaction on our faces.

The other night we ate there, Suzanne was all excited as a movie star, Selma Hayak and family had just spent over 2 hours eating in her restaurant and then walking around town. Wayne and I at the time were lounging on our dock after a swim and noticed this speedboat deliver a very pretty and well dressed women to the dock just 10 meters from us. The speed boat came from a gorgeous sailboat about 100 feet long anchored out in the bay. Even Selma Hayak had likely heard how about how special and non touristy little Selimiye is.

The owner Neydet and his staff at Nane Limon were amazing hosts. They seemed to anticipate our every need before we asked. They never stopped smiling or laughing and you walked away with a big smile after each interaction.

Every day after a glorious swim or sipping a drink on the dock or perhaps strolling the stunning waterfront we often said, “wow, this is beautiful!” We had found our paradise in Turkey!--------Brad

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The Hammam Revisited

And other adventures during our stay in Kas

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We arrived in Kas and were amazed to see the setting. This is a seaside town of about 10,000, perched on a hillside over looking the turquoise waters of the Mediterranean. The city has many narrow cobblestone streets with bouganvillea canopied above. Being a working town and a tourist town there is a nice mix of tourists and locals. Off in the near distance are views of Meis - a Greek island - that is easily accessible by ferry. Unfortunately, we did not have enough time to head on over there.

We were fortunate enough to get into the Hideaway Hotel. So clean, updated and wonderful hosts/owners - Ahmet and Marie - she is originally from Belgium - and their 1 1/2 year old daughter. They met when Marie was backing packing through Turkey (sound familiar in any way? Sure does to Brad and I!)

The view from the terrace was stunning, such a treat to wake up to this each morning as we worked our way through the breakfast buffet of fresh fruit, museli, yogurt, cucumber, olives, tomatoes, cheese, honey fresh from the comb and on and on it goes.

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Oh and of course there was Can (pronounced John). He was there each morning and evening to help serve the meals (Dinner was 15TL per person with as many mezes/appies as you could eat(So tastey). And the view of Can was not bad either!!!

We were fortunate to be in Kas on market day. Imagine a Lycian tomb being used to help support the tarps at the market.


The produce was so fresh and cheap. We bought 4 huge juicy grapefruits for $0.75 Canadian and Sue bought a kilo of strawberries for ($2). Also bought some Frankensence, not sure how I am going to burn it, but I'm sure I will find a way.


While in Kas, we had a car so were able to spend sometime touring around. Had a quick peak at Kalkan - very cute, but very touristy or to be more precise, very British. As we were getting into our car to leave, a woman approached us and asked where we were from. She was very excited to hear a North American accent as she was originally from South Carolina. She said she can only think of 2-3 other North Americans living in the area.

From here we headed into the hills to have a trout lunch. The trout are caught fresh each morning from pools outside the restaurants. Ahmet recommended this very small traditional village to us. We were not sure if we were on the right track, so we stopped and asked directions a few time. Each time, people went out of their way to help us - with or without any English - and always with a smile on their face. The trout was amazing and only cost $6 each

From here it was on to the ruins at Xanthos. We had the place to ourselves for the most part. We were able to sit in the open air theatre while Wayne pretended to put on a performance for us. The acoustics are amazing. We were all busy trying to imagine what it may have been like when the Romans were here - what kind of entertainment took place - lion fights, plays or gladiators strutting their stuff.


Back to the coast to Patara beach - Mark and Paul were suppose to have landed on this beach when they were spreading the word of Jesus throughtout the land. The beach itself was beautiful, sand for as far as you could see in either direction. Had a dip and then back to Kas.


By now you are probably wondering what a hammam has to do with this long winded story?
Well after this long day, we decided to have a relaxing day. The men thought they would like to have a "proper" hammam experience - one that proved to me a bit more relaxing than the last one they had. As an aside, all the Turkish men that Brad and Wayne have told their story to all say "that's what it is like for the men"! So Brad scouted out a more'civilized' hammam at one of the hotel. We decided to have the full package,scrub, wash, facial and oil massage. What a treat, we were all feeling pretty relaxed after that 3 hours.


We were so relieved that it was a more positive experience for the men!


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Imagine Living For Months At A time - In an Underground City

Conquering Our Fears

Jumping back now to one our of days in Goreme - Capadoccia. There was one experience that was too wonderful to stay un-blogged (term should be in Websters any day now).

After brekkie one day, we were faced with a quandary. So many hiking opportunities, more caves to see, or the option to travel to another village nearby. Also on the table, albeit tentatively, was to visit one of the incredible under ground cities. Brad still had a nasty cold unfortunately so he retired to his room. The folks next to us overheard our conversation and strongly recommended that we go to Kaymakli, an ancient city where up to 3,000 people lived for months underground so as to avoid death at the hands of their enemies. The folks next to us told us that to explore the underground city was not for the faint of heart as crawling for up to 100 metres on ones hands and knees in very dark tunnels was required. I immediately thought that a strenuous hike was sounding better and better. Heather too seemed to be now leaning away from the subterranean city. Sue stepped in and reminded Heather that she had researched the underground cities thoroughly and had talked excitedly about how she was so looking forward to going there. After so much research, Heather should not pass the opportunity. I knew that if I went there, that for sure I would go underground but I must admit to being quite afraid that claustrophobia would overcome me. Sue said that she would travel with us but for sure would not go underground. So, there it was, like a glass precariously hanging on the edge of a table, but with Sue's contagious enthusiasm, the glass was rescued from certain shattering and, off we went to catch the Dolmus (local bus) to Kaymakli.

After an hour bus ride, we were dropped off at the entrance to the underground city. We noticed that, because it was a Turkish holiday, most tourists were in fact Turkish. Sue said that she would wait for us over in a quiet and shaded patio area. As we approached the ticket booth, a seemingly octogenarian man approached us (Heather and I) and offered his services as a guide. Heather and I rolled our eyes at each other but we must admit, Mustafa was quite persuasive, seemed to know alot about the caves, and, after his "normally charge 40 lire but for you, only 30" line, we relented.

Mustafa proved to be worth every penny. He showed us so many things that we could never have figured out on our own. We started on what he called the first level, down below ground by 30 steps or so. What followed can only be described as magical. Mustafa pointed out small dark living quarters, old churches, so many tunnels, places for tethering animals, places where grapes were pressed for later fermenting into wine and even old shafts that descended up to 100 metes underground. Here he showed us the v-shaped indentation where centuries before, people had used ropes to pull buckets of water up from the deep wells. We could see areas where they had cooked bread in ovens and wondered in amazement how the smoke could have dissipated. We were enjoying every minute and lost was any thoughts of claustrophobia. We descended time and again until Mustafa told us that we were now on the fifth level underground. Hmm I thought, not a great time for one of those major Turkish earthquakes. There were some fairly long tunnels where even Heather had to bend forward at 90 degrees and I felt like I was close to kissing my toes. Fortunately, the longest tunnel was only about 25 metres long and Heather and I managed them with no difficulties. I remember at one point where I was beginning to get in my "tuck" position to navigate one tunnel when Heather, who had entered just ahead of me came charging back out. I jumped back wondering what was going on when a badly claustrophobia stricken lady came flying out of the entrance. She was with a small group of tourists so we watched them escort her back towards the entrance. I remember feeling a bit of pride and exchanging a knowing glance with Heather as we took a moment to appreciate that we had indeed conquered our own fears.


We could see that it must have been incredibly dark down there. Today however, the maze of tunnelsand rooms and then even more tunnels and rooms were now well enough lit that a torch (flashlight as we would call it) is not required (although I must admit to using my trusty flashlight app several times).


Mustafa moved us fairly quickly through the underground city and showed us how ingenious the former citizens had been. He told us about decoy tunnels where enemies could be trapped and disposed of. We saw tiny port holes where unsuspecting opponents could be dispatched with an arrow. We absolutely were gob smacked by the enormous round doors that they used to shut out their enemies from the critical tunnels. The doors and their cradles were designed so that they could be fairly easily and quickly rolled closed and then opened again when deemed safe to do so, From the other side however, they were simply impossible to move once closed. A combination of gravity and some other engineering that is beyond my best accounting brain.


Finally, we were at the exit. Heather and I knew that we had to go through one more time. So, we paid Mustafa, and once again descended into the underground city. This time, we went at our own pace, stopping to appreciate the things that amazed us and remembering what we had learned from Mustafa. The second time through, we also saw many things that Mustafa had not showed us. We found some tiny stairs leading down into one of the rooms. These stairs were away from the tourist area. We noticed that from some vantage points we could see down several "floors" where tourists were passing through tunnels well below us. It gave us a sense of how life must have been like when this underground city was a thriving community. Time and again, I wondered how it must have been when one's kerosene lamp blew out. The darkness would have been complete in every sense of the word.

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After a second tour, we surfaced, found Mustafa for a photo op and found a patiently waiting Sue. We talked excitedly as we described our experience to her for much of the way back.


Another amazing Turkish experience.


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A Dalliance At Dalyon

A River Boat Ride

After reading the Lonely Planet write up on Dalyon, I must admit to being quite intrigued. I put the town on the table a couple of times only to see the group seemingly decide to give it a pass. No worries really as there are so many wonderful little seaside hamlets along this coastline. However, when our stay in Kaya Koy was coming to an end, we huddled as a group and I must admit to being really excited when we decided to give Dalyon a visit. Wow I thought, hot Turkish mud baths, the estimable Dalyon river itself, the famous turtle nesting grounds at Iztuzu beach and of course, the impressive cliff side ruins. Another adventure began!

We took a cab, a bus and then another cab to Dalyan arriving just after lunch time. We checked into the Kaunos Prince hotel right on the rivers edge and promptly sat beside the pool to enjoy an ice cold Efes beer. Nice start right...and it was about to get even better.


May is a wonderful time to visit Turkey. Once again we were weeks ahead of the hoards that will descend on these small villages over the next few weeks. We saw enormous capacity of river boats, restaurants and stores being utilized at about 10% as there were so few tourists. Once again, as I had so many times over the past few weeks, I said a quiet thank you to Brad and Heather, not only for inviting us on this trip, but also for having the foresight to pick the month of May.


We spent the first afternoon exploring the village and we really liked what we saw. Albeit fairly touristy, we could see that the village had character as the beautiful mosque and it's surrounding square were right smack in the centre of the village. We watched men and women going in and out of the mosque and we saw children playing in the park. The river edge, as it flowed through the town was a protected walkway that was closed to traffic...a nice touch.

Brad and Heather negotiated a full day boat trip for just the 4 of us for TL100 (about 56CAD). The idea was that we would travel up stream to visit the hot Turkish mud baths, then travel back down stream to visit the ruins and then finally out to the sea where we would visit the famous turtle nesting grounds at Iztuzu beach. Our host Mehmet packed up a nice lunch for us (including a cooler full of beer) and so, after breakfast the next day, we set out on our next adventure.

Our captain, (also Mehmet), was a wonderfully patient operator of a boat that accommodated the 4 us with ease. We had the choice of sitting outside in the sun or under full cover. Our boat moved gently and at a leisurely pace in contrast to the larger and more crowded popular tourist boats. We loved the way that it meandered along the river and quietly seemed to work with the river instead of trying to conquer it as the other larger and noisier tourist boats did.

Along the way, our captain, offered us the choice of going to a genuine Turkish hot mud bath (where the locals would go) as opposed to the much more popular tourist one. Of course we said yes and feeling totally superior to the boatloads of tourists who roared past us, we gently approached the river bank where Mehmet brought the boat to a stop just so that we could hop off the bow and onto the grassy river bank. With increasing excitement, Mehmet led us along a grassy path towards the hot springs. Our pace slowed considerably as the strong smell of sulphur hit our nostrils. We noticed that nobody else was around and soon we came to a spot in the land where warm water literally bubbled out of the ground. There was a little bay of warm water that I must admit really stunk. Mehmet led us over to the far side of what could only be described as cesspool, complete with water bugs, frogs, mosquitoes and the slimiest most disgusting looking mud that I have ever seen. As he encouraged us to jump in the four us recoiled in horror and started a slow retreat towards the hill side. Looking at my travel companions, I knew that the others were all feeling as I was, that "it was not going to happen". With our tails between our legs and the gagging smell of sulphur in our nostrils, we made a hasty retreat to the safety of our boat and realized that many the throngs of tourists really had figured this one out.


Onward we chugged up the river and soon came to the popular tourist mud bath spot where of course the hoards of tourist were. Again, feeling slightly less smug, we tentatively disembarked and walked towards the busy entrance way. We soon figured it out, and after changing into our bathing suits, hopped in to cover our bodies with the warm slime. Reminded me a bit of the Haman as I rubbed myself with the gritty mud. After covering ourselves, we stepped out into the sunlight to let the mud dry. As the mud began to tighten, we decided to step into the cool shower and to wash the mud off. Felt kind of good really.


Then we retraced out steps back to the boat and this time headed down stream where we stopped at a small dock. Here Mehmet directed us to hike up a first along a roadway and then along a small trail up to the impressive Kaunos ruins. Try as we might, it was hard to get really excited here as one can only do "so many ruins". These were equally impressive as so many others but after stopping at so many ruins before this trip and with the heat of the day reaching its peak, we were more interested in moving on to the beach.

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We continued our journey downstream and soon found ourselves navigating a myriad of small water ways bordered by tall grasses. All of the waterways eventually lead to the ocean. Mehmet skillfully piloted the boat through one of the narrow water ways and we enjoyed peering across the horizon where we could only see the roof tops of other boats that were also plying their way to and from the ocean (but along different waterways).

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At one point Sue started fencing with a rather large bee. I watched her thrust and parry with increasing frenzy as the bee buzzed closer and closer to her face. Biding my time before stepping in to assist knowing that she would soon render the bee to pollen dust, (in reality I was hoping she would get rid of it before it saw me as easier prey), she inadvertently swatted her trusty sun hat into the water. Mehmet swung into action. Skillfully turning the boat as we kept our eyes on the wayward chapeau, our trusty boat soon snagged the moorage lines of other boats tied to the river bank. we watched worriedly as Mehmet struggled to free the boat hoping that the hat could sustain the waves from the multitude of river boats that swarmed past. Finally Mehmet pulled the boat free, and we then crossed the river where Sue's trusty hat was by now being eyed romantically by a large sea turtle (OK, maybe a bit of poetic license there). We snatched the hat out of the water and just then Heather did spot a large sea turtle as it surfaced for air. We scrambled for our cameras, punched the on buttons and focused just seconds after the turtle slipped below the surface. Mmmm, missed the photo op we mused.... but would never have seen the turtle if not for the epic battle with the killer bee.


Our first view of the ocean was quite breathtaking. We saw a long sandy beach with big rolling waves. Mehmet pulled up to one of the many docks on the river side of the beach. We disembarked and walked along a boardwalk towards the ocean. Right away we saw a protective cone on the sand along with a sign saying that a turtle nest was just under the cone. We read the instructions not to disturb the turtle nests. Kind of neat to think that sea turtles would soon hatch close to where we were standing. The beach itself was crowded but only near the unloading area. We sauntered off in one direction and soon had miles of beautiful sandy beach almost to ourselves.


After lounging for an hour or so, we slowly worked our way back to the boat where we found Mehmet patiently waiting for our return. We loved the gentle putt putt back upstream as we now tryed to avoid the strong heat of the afternoon sun. After and hour or so on the river (longer due to travelling upstream) we finally reached our hotel. We gave Mehmet a healthy tip, bid him farewell and headed up poolside for another cold Efes. Loved every minute of the day.


Another amazing Turkish adventure.


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