Phantom Markers

Lycian Way, Turkey.   Olympos to Tekirova. Day 1 Hobo Sandy greets us with tail wagging beside the junction of creek and Mediterranean in the early morning. He appears to have slept on the same spot in the sand where we last saw him yesterday. Having woken early in preparation for the long walk to…

I Run Out Of Steam

Lycian Way, Turkey.   Adrasan to Olympos Gentle rain continues intermittently as I type away in the comfort of the Arikanda restaurant watching time poor hikers heading for the wet slippery slopes of Eren T trudge disconsolately along the creekside road. Heavy rain whipped by strong winds greets us the next morning however Pam and…

The World gets much Smaller

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Karaoz to Adrasan. Turkish custom is to enter a dwelling without wearing shoes. Having left our stinky boots on the rack downstairs our landlady Birsen has supplied Pam with slippers and when I arise the next morning for our early breakfast she does her best to get my gargantuan feet into some…

Hidirellez

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Finike to Karaoz.  Beholden to no one and nothing other than each other and the next red and white marker of the Lycian Way, we spend several days resting in Finike after our mountain adventures. Pam does a couple of day runs into Finike for supplies while I knock out as many…

With our Feet on the Ground and our Heads in the Clouds

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Demre – Finike Day One. A conscience comes with wearisome burdens. Despite her vigorous claims to the contrary I clearly see the spark of regret that we did not complete our intended route down the hills to Myra in the back of Pam’s eyes. M’Lady doth protest too much. My suspicions are…

Sweet Surrender

Lycian Way, Turkey. Cayagiz to Myra / Demre. Pam wakes early and has already filled her head with schemes for the coming day by the time I awaken. ‘We are returning to Cayagiz to walk the long steep goat track route back to the Myra ruins and Demre’ she tells me with great delight as…

All’s WELL that ends WELL

Lycian Way, Turkey. Ucagiz to Cayagiz. Our little hiking trio separates after an early breakfast spent gazing out across the morning mirror of the bay. Matthias has only one more day before his return to Germany and plans to make the twenty plus kilometers to Demre before catching a bus to Antalya for his flight…