Eye of the Beholder

Lycian Way, Turkey. ¬†Campsite pre Cukurbag to Kas. Spider spun glistening sunlit gossamer guy lines festoon the narrow path ahead like diaphanous streamers welcoming our approach. I have not shaved since Cricklade, UK. Cutting a swathe through our early morning hero’s parade my silver fox face fungus is rapidly thickening with sticky extra hairs. Not…

Guide Lies

Lycian Way, Turkey. ¬†Gokceoren to Campsite pre Cukurbag Turkish breakfasts are typically raw sliced tomato, raw sliced cucumber, two types of cheese, a boiled egg, fresh bread and honey. Next to the dining table where we sit is another small square table piled almost 40-50cm deep in huge fresh cooked circles of flat Yufka (bread).…

A Hot Shower is the Pinnacle of Civilization

Lycian Way, Turkey. ¬†Magic Circle to Gokceoren. Short shallow cyclic dream sessions soaring weightless and unencumbered over craggy mountaintops are interspersed with simultaneous shifts of our many snuggling positions seeking positions of maximal comfort and shared body warmth in the fresh mountain air. I have travelled far and witnessed marvels many during my twelve plus…