We decide to go to Fethiye this afternoon. We will leave the car and use the local Dolmus which is like a small mini bus. It only costs a few lira but as Dolmus means stuffed you can imagine how many people end up on the bus. When we board the dolmus it's standing room only with nothing to hold to. I'm offered a seat by a Turkish woman in her late thirties, I refuse and she insists so there is nothing I can do but thank her kindly and sit down. Hubby says later that I must look really old to be offered a seat (I hope he's joking) but I like to think It was because I was a visitor and she saw me struggling to hold on.
|Hold tight as we speed round the bend|
|Driving through the pine forest|
It's about 5pm and still daylight, we pass a school with children playing in the playground. A mother feeds her children and their friends through the railings. She is feeding them soup poured into cups from a large flask, no fast food rubbish here.
This is the Turkey I love, not the bright lights and English bars of Hisaronu or Oulu Deniz but the real life everyday Turkey.
We walk along the harbour with it's many restaurants eventually finding the Pastapur. This is the old town, a covered maze of shops, bars and restaurants vibrant with people and sounds and smells.
The shops here are lovely, selling Turkish carpets and bedspreads, lamps, painted ceramics. If only I didn't have to go home by plane I would fill the car with treasures.
We eat just outside the Pastapur in a place called Pass Kepap.Its very busy and full of Turkish people which we know is a sign of good food. Once again the food was lovely and after a few drinks and a walk we are ready for a taxi home as the dolmus doesn't go as far as Kayakoy at night (thank goodness).
|The smell coming from the spice stalls is amazing|
Another hair raising journey over the mountain in the dark to the Kaya valley with a driver who looks like he's just left school. I just close my eyes and hope we arrive home safely. We ask to be dropped off at the nearest restaurant as the driver would never find our secluded villa in the dark. As we walk the rest of the way guided by torchlight I refuse to confirm whether we went into the restaurant for another drink and use of their wi fi but ...what do you think?
|Restaurant in Pastapur|
|I could have spent hours in this shop|
|Fethiye,The lights are dancing waters it was too dark to capture them.|