" Kayakoy this way." The narrow country roads,steep drops and fast Turkish drivers were a bit scary and made me so glad I was not driving.
|Hale Eralp, I felt as if I had known her for years and she made me laugh.|
Fruit,vegs,cheese,bread,beer,wine and even chocolate and ice cream it was as if she knew our taste so well.She had even prepared some Turkish dishes for our lunch. I was going to like it here.
All over the villa were examples of Hale's work, every piece of furniture and every painting done loving at hers hands, she is one of those people who HAS to paint. Hale showed us her many canvases with her varies styles of painting and I thought how much like a writer an artist is, always trying to experiment with different styles and being that bit afraid of showing your work to anyone but still seeking and being thankful for approval. Before we left we exchanged gifts, I gave Hale a hand painted glass plate and she gave me a leather bound journal,without knowing that I love to write, an absolutely spot on gift, so if you're reading this Hale, thank you so much.
|Some of Hale's paintings|
|Top two are upstairs living area with no walls|
This house is unique and so is Kayakoy. At the villa it was peaceful except for a rooster who crowed when ever he felt like it and the gentle tweeting sounds coming from Hale's aviary. The Mosque was very close as you can see in my new header photo it also has loudspeakers and the call to prayer at 5:30 am did give you a fright until you got used to it. The Imam who announces the call to prayer was also the pool cleaner and even picked us up in his car one night we were going to his friend's restaurant.
The Ghost Village which attracts tourists during the day was occupied by the Greek people until the population exchange in 1923 when the had to leave and return to Greece. The village was never used by the Turkish people and was damaged by an earthquake in the fifties, the ruins are what is left of a whole community. When I read about it I was prompted to write a flash fiction story The Promise
|Ghost village from the villa.|
We didn't walk right through the ghost village,it was built on a very steep hill and it was too hot to do any exercise. I thought the story of what happened was more poignant than actually walking through old ruined buildings. Louis De Bernieres book, Birds Without Wings, is said to be about Kayakoy, which although I've started reading it I am finding it a bit of a slog.
One of the restaurants we ate in is set right at the base of the village, the ruins are lit up at night and you feel you are right in the middle of them. A bird had even built her nest in a large bush and was feeding her chicks while we were having dinner completely unfazed by everyone in the restaurant.
We had such a lovely week here,it was far too short,it is six minutes by car from Hisaronu and about twenty minutes from Oludeniz so there is no need to ever be bored, in fact we have booked another villa for next September for two weeks and can't wait to be back in Kayakoy again.
|I heard little bells tinkling from these little goats at the bottom of the steps to the villa|
|Just me being arty.|
|Some of the lovely flowers surrounding us.|