Turkey Diaries 2012

I have put all my Turkey Diary entries in this one page to make it easier to read them all once they have been completed ,I hope you enjoy them.
                                             To Get There You Have To Fly!

Air Travel is not good for your soul. It makes you grumpy and intolerant and as it is the start of the holiday you have waited for all year you have to just get on with it. On our flight to Turkey we wondered how they had managed to give us even less space between the seats than usual, it must have been difficult for them but by golly they did it. The young man next to me had long lanky legs and was in pain by the end of the journey and found it difficult to straighten himself again. The only way your blood was going to be circulated on this flight was by moving from one butt cheek to the other.

Behind me I could hear a father explaining with great patience to his young son at the start of the journey what would happen, telling him he had to keep his seat belt on, be a good boy etc.  Half way through the journey as the little boy became increasingly bored and naughty the father asked him if he wanted to go for a walk outside, not advisable at 30,000 ft but it showed he was loosing his cool just as I was when the back of my seat was kicked for the umteenth time. Mum eventually took over discipline, had she been sleeping all this time? Lucky her!
" Don't kick the seat, don't kick the seat " was all she could say. How I wanted to add my tuppence worth.

I brought down my table to have somewhere to put my drink and magazine. The table was so close to me it touched my seat belt I felt like I was in a baby's high chair. Thank goodness I hadn't ordered a meal on board.
 As our flight was at 7am we had to leave our house at 4:30 am. I thought I would  be able to catch up on loss sleep during the flight. The only way to do that would be to sleep in an upright position with your head falling to one side, result, a stiff neck and feeling irritable at not being able to sleep.
When we arrived in Turkey we were pleased we had chose an early morning flight as by the time the taxi had dropped us off at the hotel it was just after 2pm enough time to have a dip in the pool and a sleep before going out for dinner.

Our homeward flight was a late night one, we haven't done this for years because frankly at our age we need to get to bed at a reasonable time but it did give us an extra day in the sun. We flew home with a different airline and there was definitely a lot more room to stretch your legs, in fact I could even cross them. Husband said the seats were much harder (well you can't have everything). The only person who has a truly comfortable seat is the guy flying the plane and who woud deny him that?
 The fold down tray on the back of the seat in front didn't come near my seat belt in fact it was so far away I was glad I wasn't having a meal as I surely would have missed my mouth. No crying, kicking children on this flight (a bonus for it being a late one?)
Just got settled when it began, the inaudible announcements.
"We will being coming round with champagne and dvd players for your entertainment" Champagne? To celebrate going home? Going from daily sunshine to daily rain? No hint of at what cost!
"We will be coming round with raffle tickets" Why? Who ever buys them? I hear next year we're going to be playing bingo on board.
" We will be coming round with drinks, we have hot chocolate, coffee, tea and a range of soft drinks."  Smallest bottle of water you have ever seen was £1:80.
" We will be coming round with duty free goods and exclusive deals for you all"
Every time I tried to close my eyes another announcement would be made, it's all about making as much money from the flight as they possibly can.
Arrival at Glasgow and more announcements in the luggage hall.
"We apologise for the obnoxious smell but this is due to essential maintenance"
People around us had hankies over their mouth and nose, some were holding their nose in a peg like fashion. The smell was awful. I smelt it first in the queue for passport control and thought someone had really bad B.O. It got steadily worse and when we reached baggage reclaim the smell was like being in the middle of a sewer.  I don't really know from experience what that would smell like but I'm sure I'm not far wrong.
 The sign above the carousel said the first baggage would arrive at 2:10 am forty minutes away, how would our lungs survive without breathing in fresh air until then?
2:30 am before we left the airport
 3:30 am before we were in our taxi home.
4am before we put our key in our door. We were still on Turkish time so this was really 6am for us.
The moral of this story is - No more late night flights for us they make you grumpy and intolerant. 

A few years ago we flew to California for our holiday. On the way back home from L.A airport it was announced that the flight was overbooked and if anyone was willing to postpone their flight until the following day they would be given a hotel room at the airport with dinner and be flown business class to New York and  business class on a connecting flight from N.Y to London, vouchers with money off another flight with the airline were also thrown in. We did a quick calculation as to when we had to pick the dog up from kennels and if we could get in touch with or daughter who was meeting us and ran at speed to the check in desk shouting," Me! Me!Me! " 

The hotel we spent the night in was lovely, with the softest comfiest pillows ever. Our luggage was returned so we were able to change for dinner. The restaurant was very posh with a snobby Italian waiter but we enjoyed the unexpected extra night and free meal.

We felt a bit apprehensive on the business class flight to New York wondering if we would look like we didn't belong with the elite of the flying world. The seats were in rows of two and we were sitting behind each other. A kind man offered to change his seat to allow us to sit together. We had televisions on the back of seat in front which at the touch of a button had films and TV shows for viewing. Breakfast was served on real china plates with real cutlery, none of your plastic nonsense. We had eggs benidict and hot toast. The leg space we had was three times as much as we normally would  have and the seats could be reclined without ending up in the lap of the person sitting behind you.
We only had a few hours to wait in the airport in New York for our next flight to London only enough time to gaze out from the window at the New York skyline and purchase a T-shirt that said, "I heart New York"

The second aircraft was larger and I think we were in a row of four seats in a centre aisle. There was even more room in this flight and I could have stood up and encouraged everyone to conga along the aisles (if I had been that way inclined)
Lunch and dinner were served again on china plates and was very haute cuisine.
We were supplied with a personal dvd player and games console with countless discs with films and games. We were actually able to lie down and sleep. Sleep? when we could order what we wanted to eat and drink at anytime? Why?
There were no trolleys being pushed up and down selling coffee, drinks and crisps because it was all free. No raffle tickets on sale and the champange was free too.
When we reached London our flight to Glasgow was just a normal flight and we had to mix with the common folk once again.
We would never be able to buy business class tickets ourselves as those flights would have cost us a few thousand pounds each but there is a moral to this story.

If you are ever travelling on a long haul flight make sure you have left a few days at the end of your holiday where you don't have to rush to work the next day or pick up the dog or cat and if the announcement asks for people to give up their seat until the following day don't even think about it just run as fast as you can to the check in desk shouting "Me, Me, Me" because - You're worth it !

What do you think of air travel? Does it make you grumpy? 



Two years ago walking along Turtle Beach
Our first stop in Turkey was three days in Dalyan. Where we chilled out after our early morning flight. Dalyan in the region of Mugla sits on the Cayi River on the South West coast. In 1987 Dalyan came to the public's attention when there was talk of a hotel being built on Iztuzu beach which is a breeding ground for the loggerhead sea turtle. This caused an uproar and well known environmental campaigner and botanist David Bellemy became involved and was soon given the backing of Prince Phillip and the beach was protected and no building allowed. Tourists call it Turtle beach, no sun beds are permitted although you can lie on a towel and soak up the rays you have to leave the beach by 8 pm and not returned until 8am to give the turtles a chance to lay their eggs and the hatchlings walk to the sea.
Just before the lovely sandy beach,a herd of goats.
He's big!
Two turtles here.
These photos were taken from a riverside restaurant,when you hear someone shouting, "Turtle" Everyone rushes to take a photo,you have to be quick as their heads only bob up for a second,I hope you can make them out.
This is our third visit to Dalyan. I wrote about the archaeological site at Canous here
The other tourist attraction being the Lycian Tombs across the river. Lights shine on the tombs at night  and it makes romantic viewing from the riverside restaurants. What would the inhabitants have said if they had know how popular their final resting place would be?
Photo taken from a boat, hence the pole.
The larger the tomb the richer the person.

This time we stayed at Bc Spa which was right on the river and only a short walk into town. It was very quiet over the week end which was lovely for us.
A relaxing place to watch the boats on the river

The hotel restaurant where breakfast was served

We had the pool to ourselves for most of the day.

 Dalyan has not lost it's Turkish charm it has remained without loud music and foam parties so doesn't attract the younger,wilder holidaymakers.
There are so many items for the house I want to buy but how would I get them home?

Some shops have strange names, I have no idea if they sold guns.

Shop as late as you want

I love taking photos of old rickety bridges.
I wouldn't want to walk to this boat

Nor this one.

I saw so many lovely flowers that I took lots of photos of them.

A fisherman saw me taking photos and asked if I wanted to photograph the blue crabs he had caught. They wouldn't stay still for me, but I pretended to be a professional.They were being sold for a few lira each so not much profit.

It was looking at me.

The fisherman said he had never been bitten, their claws were huge and so sharp.
We enjoyed our few days in Dalyan and it remains one of our favourite places.
Next stop, a week in Kayakoy.

                                                  ALONG THE WAY: GOCEK.

We left Dalyan by car and headed for Kayakoy stopping off at Gocek for lunch. Turkish drivers are crazy. All traffic signals seem to mean GO. They only stop at red lights if they really have to. We have seen them drive on the wrong side of the road and cross a duel carriage way to get to a petrol station.
Gocek is between Dalyan and Fethiye and is said to be the place Icarus landed after his flight to escape from the tower he was imprisoned in.

 It hosts a lovely marina.                                                                                           
A mega yacht marina no less

And here are the mega yachts.I would love to see inside them.

Mostly gulets (Turkish boat)
 We liked Gocek and although it was aimed at the yachting community as could be seen by what was for sale in the local shops we would have loved to have spent a few days here.I even took a photo of a hotel's name as it's on my list to return there.

Usual Turkish shops

 Another place that has managed top retain it's charm and I would have liked to have been around in the evening when there was more people around and it was buzzing a bit.

Would you eat here? We didn't!


Back in the car after lunch and heading for Kayakoy. The road signs are not very informative and our maps not that great either. We now have to negotiate our way through Fethiye which is an extremely busy town and find a villa in the middle of the countryside. Wish us luck.


It is probably just over an hour from Dalyan to Kayakoy but lack of roads signs meant we took the longer route through mountains and through Fethiye.We were lucky to find a little sign on a side road in Fethiye that announced,
" 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.
Kayakoy really doesn't have a centre just restaurants dotted here and there and of course the Ghost Village itself. After passing by the villa we were renting a few times we eventually saw it in the distance. It was situated up a flight of about twenty steps from the road and very secluded. We were met by the owner a local artist called Hale who was very welcoming and when we saw the food she had left in our fridge we realised just how welcoming she was.
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.


                                                   DAYS OUT.

Gemiler Beach 
During our week in Kayakoy we visited Gemiler Beach ten minutes away by car. As we drove into the makeshift car park there was a table with men sitting waiting to take payment for the car park. In Turkey if four men can do the job of one then so be it. The payment was per person and not per car which seemed strange but they make the rules up here as they go along and you have to go with the flow, you're in Turkey and you don't expect it to be any different
 On to the beach where  you pay to hire sun beds and umbrellas, it was small but that suited us, no big crowds.
It's lovely watching the clear blue sea and sky and the boats sailing by,everything so laid back, no one rushing.

St Nicholas Island
 From the beach you can see St Nicholas Island said to be the resting place of St Nicholas known better to most of us as Santa Claus or Father Christmas. He was born in the 3rd century in Patara twenty miles from here and next to Kalkan where or next stop is. His bones were eventually moved from the island to a safer place inland but the ruins of the church where he was originally buried are still there.

A bit closer

A much closer view and I think this must be the church ruins.

Turkish families were also enjoying a day at the beach. Most of the Muslin woman swim fully clothed, the men of course wear swimming trunks. I could feel the women's discomfort as their wet clothes dried on their bodies I could never see a man putting up with that. Some women seemed to have specially designed clothes for the water, still covering them completely and still having them dry while wearing them. Many European and British women were topless and not only young women. Such opposite views on what is decent to show. I'm in the middle I would never go topless and always have a sarong if I am walking about on the beach. It's not a good look showing your bits off at my age.
This was much higher up above the beach than it looks.
There were benches for picnicking up above the beach in woodland and even a few tents where people had camped out.There was a beach cafe where we had lunch and the food and prices were good.

 Another day and a complete contrast, Oludeniz.
Ouludeniz is a busy resort,there's always something going on. People paragliding and landing right on the promenade in front of you. There is a big, X marks the spot for you to avoid but I don't like so many people above my head. At the moment International Air Games is being held there where hundreds of paragliders are in the air at the same time...duck!..
Getting ready to land.
There's at least three in that small piece of sky.

Hope he misses the umbrella.

The sand is soft, the sea, the bluest of blue.The part of the beach with sunbeds is very crowded and the water when you are swimming is very sandy and not quite so clear.
I say I was swimming but when I was trying to get into the water the waves were so strong and with my feet sinking into the sand I was knocked off balance. My husband said my face was a picture and he has never seen me so scared before, I'm glad I made him laugh.
Further down there is the Blue Lagoon which unfortunately we didn't go to, it is a pay to enter beach as a nature reserve and I have since discovered one of the five top beaches in the world. As we are returning to Kayakoy next year the blue lagoon is top of my list for must sees.

Ouludeniz beach

A walk through the town which while being very pleasant was the mixture of usual souvenir shops with pashminas and bags. I did however find a large dinosaur cuddly toy which was just right for the two year old I child mind as he loves them. I never expected to find that here.

Usual souvenir shops

Ouludeniz is very popular and very busy

In the distance, Fethiye
Not far from Oludeniz is Fethiye a large working town and harbour. The council are doing lots of work at the harbour area with new fountains and seats and walkways it wasn't quite finished when we were there but next year it will be lovely.
We find the old parts of towns have so much more atmosphere and what we came to Turkey for so we headed straight there. It was so quiet compared to the newer part of the town.
It was nice and quite here.

this was a lovely spray of water I didn't quite capture.

You gotta buy a carpet or two!

A walk along the sea front.
No ,they didn't serve spinach.

 We walked along the front and spotted this boat where you can sit inside and have fish and chips or even a fish and chip butty. We stuffed our faces while watching fish and turtles in the water. It felt slightly wrong to be eating fish while watching his friends have the freedom of the sea,but it didn't put us off.
We missed a few things in Fethiye. There is a fish market where if you buy fresh fish and take it to a local restaurant they will cook it and serve it to you with all the accompaniments, another must for next year.
 We took shade in this lovely arbour and watched the comings and goings out at sea, resting before our walk back to the car and recovering from our fish and chips,we're so classy.

I must have been deep in thought when hubby took this photo.

Our week in Kayakoy was sadly coming to an end. Usually towards the end of our first week we are ready to move on and so glad we weren't staying for two weeks but this time with still lots more to see we are sad to leave.
 I will miss our unique villa with Hale's lovely abstract paintings and our little jacuzzi pool. I will miss the call to prayer waking me up at 5:30 am, I will miss the rooster crowing his  heart out and the little goats bleating at the bottom of the drive but most of all I will miss Kayakoy.
Kalkan here we come.......

                                           Kalkan_ where I fall in love all over again.

Our first visit to Kalkan was about twelve years ago and we thought we had found our perfect place. We loved it so much we returned the following year .Two years later we returned again with our children who were about eighteen and twenty. We rented a huge villa to give us plenty of space  and a pool. We were having a lovely time until the villa was broken into and my son's money was stolen. It ruined our holiday and we spent days driving to the next town filling in forms at the police station and to this day we have never received an incident number to claim any insurance, a complete waste of our time. We were convinced it was the guy who cleaned the pool, he knew we would be out all day and he had a key (which we didn't know until after it happened). Being super sleuths we worked out that it was staged to look like a break in but the villa had been entered through the front door which he had forgotten to lock again.
I never wanted to step foot in Kalkan again, my children were upset and that sealed the deal for me, I would never be back.

Fast forward nine years and we decided that Kalkan would be our destination for the second week of our holiday.  I realised that we had just been unlucky and break- ins can happen anywhere. We rented a smaller villa and gave Kalkan a second chance.

Kalkan is a small fishing village on the Lycian or Turquoise Coast of Turkey. It was inhabited by both Turkish and Greeks until the population exchange in 1923 when the Greek people were returned to Greece. The village has grew from having seventeen restaurants in 1915 to having over a hundred today. It has not lost its charm. There are still  working tailors shops ran by the same man we saw there twelve years ago. The villas are set way back from the village and do not intrude. They are all built on a hillside and you need a good pair of legs and lungs if your villa is at the top either that or a taxi home every night.

The oldest part of the village just behind the harbour.

Early morning and the shops are setting out their wares. The cute Cafe Del Mar on the right of the photo is full of curiosities and where we enjoyed our cafe mocha.
This cat was here every morning waiting to be fed.

Boats in the harbour and more lovely shop fronts.
There are many artists and crafters living in Kakan and their work can be found in the small boutique shops. It is so nice to see shops that are different from the usual souvenir ones.

Isos Kitchen roof terrace was our favourite place to eat.

 This photo was taken very late at night. It's not a party place here, no clubs or karaoke (thank goodness).

I love these pottery shops. This one had a book on show depicting ancient pottery to show the designs are authentic. I would love some of the large plates but they would be difficult to take home and heavy.

I bought some of the small bowls on top right and some coasters.

I think I was doing a happy dance here.
Kalkan is charming, quaint, friendly and unique. We were into our third day when I said to my husband that I thought I had fallen in love all over again.
He looked quite pleased and said," That's nice of you to say." but I had to correct him and break the news that it was Kalkan I had fallen back in love with.(I have always loved him!)
This place draws you into its clutches. It's a place where people return year after year. the same faces are in the restaurants, the same waiters serve you and the same shopkeepers serve at their shops, it's a place that keeps you in it's heart for when you return.
You can't buy anything without souvenirs being thrown in your bag. Postcards, little brooches with the Turkish eye or bookmarks and wished a safe journey home.
There is a weekly market where people flock to, but if you're looking for a bargain,think again, the stallholders know that we have been told to bargain and are not very good at lowering their prices,or maybe I'm just very bad at bargaining.

 The smell of different spices mixed together was amazing.
Strings of chillies hung above the spices.
Apple tea,lime tea,pine nuts,cinnamon,rosemary, coriander and white poppy.

I want one of those.

All too soon our week here was over and I am so glad I gave this lovely village another chance. If you want to visit Turkey but don't fancy some of the busier more commercial resorts I urge you to give Kalkan a try, you won't be disappointed. As Arnie said, "I'll be back!"

                                                         All at sea

When we first visited Kalkan there were only a few boats available for boat trips, these boats charged five pounds each and for that you were given tea and cake in the morning, a lovely barbeque lunch and fruit and cake with tea in the afternoon. The boats were never busy and it was a great day out. Fast forward twelve years and there are many boats jostling for your custom and a trip will cost you twenty pounds each. It remains a great day out but not something we could afford to do as much as we did before. These Turkish boats are called Gulets and are traditionally fishing boats.

So here I am sitting on a boat in Kalkan harbour waiting for it to be filled with as many passengers as it will take. We are told by the captain to sit on our mattresses so he can find the space to squeeze in a few more. He is very jovial and this is what stops people moaning about being told what to do.
They were crossed more than that,promise.
My feet are burning as part of my sunbed is in the blazing sun but I do as I'm told and stay put. I cross my legs, now I didn't know if I would be able to do this and feel quite proud of myself that I can perform this trick of youth. I have my little notebook in my hand as I write and watch the other boats leave the harbour with only a few people on board, private hires and I envy them a little. Our boat is much bigger therefore will be the last to leave as the captain tries to fill it to capacity. We are usually on smaller boats but today they were all full.

The woman with the pristine long shorts is stading at the back of photo.

The occupants are couples mainly around the same age as me with the exception of a few younger ones.
A young Turkish couple come on board. He has shorts on but no top and I notice a few tattoos on his arms. His female partner is dressed from head to toe with no flesh showing at all. Her tunic is the colour of saffron and sunflowers with a splash of crimson and hangs over brilliant white trousers. The bright yellow hijab covers her head and is pleated down one side to her shoulder. On her wrist she is wearing the most delicate watch I have ever seen.The watch face is held together with strands of silver entwined with tiny crystals. On her other hand a silver ring is joined by a thin silver chain to her bracelet. This lovely creature is out of place on this boat,we are all holidaymakers in bikinis or shorts, and fat bellies, she is a delicate flower plucked and planted amongst the weeds. She is even out of place with her partner,with his bare chest, shorts and tattoo's. They leave the top deck where we are sitting to go downstairs probably because of the stifling heat, they may even have left the boat, I won't know until we stop for a swim or lunch.

Finally we leave the harbour and many photographs are taken as we sail away. Kalkan harbour is very picturesque.  At our first swim stop some of the younger ones jump off the side of the boat but I like many others negotiate the slippery ladders into the sea, once you are in and have survived the dip into the cold water it doesn't matter whether you can swim as the sea is so salty you float without any effort.
 I see the young Turkish girl again, sitting with her legs dangling over the side in the hope of catching a breeze and cooling her down. She sat there watching her partner swim.
We are all back on board wet and bedraggled from our swim, a few couples stayed behind on the boat,one with a sleeping toddler and another still in her pristine shorts and top. The lady in question has white trousers cut off below the knee without even a crinkle in them and not a hair out of place, how does she do it?

I am sitting writing this in my wet swimsuit and I've had no funny looks from hubby yet, he is becoming more acceptable of me writing in strange places.
Nearly lunchtime, and as I gaze over the side of the boat and into the sparking sea it looks as if god has tried to improve on perfection and thrown handfuls of diamonds from heaven into the water, I just couldn't capture how beautiful it was on film.

Lunch was lovely, barberqued chicken and koftas, lots of rice and salad, all so full of flavour. The chips are cold and mixed in with the salad with a tasty dressing, it doesn't seem right but somehow they're lovely. Freshly baked crusty bread sets off the meal. Watermelon follows and we are so full all we can do is lie on the mattress and bathe in the rays of the golden sun.

We chatted to a lovely couple from Whitehaven and another from Manchester, it's nice to hear about other people's lives,we exchanged stories about places in Turkey we had visited and what restaurant was best in Kalkan. The day was over far too quickly and although the boat was busy, when we all spread out it didn't detract us from enjoying the day.
We were lucky to catch a taxi a few minutes from the harbour to take us up the hill to where we were staying as lying on a boat and swimming all day really takes it out of you. Rest before hitting the restaurants I think.


  1. I've never been to Turkey Anne, but you make it look so enticing. I'm not really a traveller, and although we go abroad regularly, it's more of a quiet sunbed and pampering break than an adventure. I do enjoy an evening walk to the harbour though, not one for hotel entertainment, so I think Fethiye looks appealing. Thanks for sharing : ))

  2. I've never been to Turkey Anne, but you make it look so enticing. I'm not really a traveller, and although we go abroad regularly, it's more of a quiet sunbed and pampering break than an adventure. I do enjoy an evening walk to the harbour though, not one for hotel entertainment, so I think Fethiye looks appealing. Thanks for sharing : ))

  3. Hi enjoyed reading this and please contact me next time you are over...I can take you to Kabak,if you have not been?! Thanks for following my blog. If you know anyone who would like to come on my cooking holiday this Oct,we have 2 places left. Mel

    1. Hi Mel thanks for reading,we will be in Kayakoy in Sept. Your course sounds great.

  4. You make it sound such fun! And that includes the flight/s over - so true! I was there in August last year (Gocek) and wondered if there was a place that has a sign saying "this is near where Icarus is said to have landed". I never found it as we prefered to relax than tear around in a car..though now I wish I had just gone exploring a little bit more...Best wishes Cheryl


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