Lycian Way, Turkey. Alinca to Sidyma. Breakfast with Gundi and Ulrich passes in a laughter filled blur. From the veranda of the main building the daunting rocky mountainside we will be climbing down seems more cliff than slope. Our guidebook recommends not attempting this path in bad weather and advises that it ‘could be unnerving…
Lycian Way, Turkey. Kabak Beach to Alinca. The little old white haired, red eyed, dog that has the run of the Olive Garden greets us like old friends as we creak stiff kneed down the concrete stairs towards the wooden balcony surrounding the dining area. I take pictures of him in his lilac coloured studded…
Lycian Way, Turkey. Faralya to Kabak. One major inconvenience of having a gastrointestinal tract is that it does not cease it’s operations according to geo-spatial location. Getting up in the middle of the night and standing under an ultra-clear black and star lit sky for a bush pee is fun. Readying yourself in the harsh…
Lycian Way, Turkey. Ovacik to Faralya. Adding full one and a half litre water bottles to each side of my pack makes everything very real. Three kilos extra loaded onto my knees added just like that. New spectacular horizons await whilst gravity stalks each and every pace. The Climber Gently, oh Gravity Lighten just a…
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Lets skip the dull bits shall we. Trains, hotels, airports, aeroplanes. Lets just cut to the chase for once in this oh so drawn out tale. As we alight from the plane in Dalaman, Turkey, two friendly women await us at the end of the tunnel. One bears a tray of Turkish Delight, the other…
Early morning haze has become another beast entirely, grey brown tentacles spread out into the countryside follow the train tracks all the way to Swindon. Looking like the bedraggled backpackers we are, Alan (our new housesitting host) has no trouble identifying us as we leave the station. He is a friendly, fit looking older gentleman…
We make a break for it. London ‘tubes’ are a great way to get around, our trip into the city from Dagenham takes almost an hour. From the moment we have arisen this morning there has not been a cloud in the sky. This could be a winters day in our home Brisbane, Australia. Alighting…
An inordinately long tube ride ferries us from Heathrow, past station after station bearing names we recognise from the Monopoly board of our childhoods, to our destination station Dagenham Heathway. Alighting from the train we are all agog with anticipation, London at last. A veritable flurry of texts has passed between Pam and our house…
A floating purple barge was the last thing I would ever have thought to see in Edinburgh suburbia yet from our little upstairs window there it is, in all it’s pale violet glory. Our planned route to Edinburgh’s two modern art galleries takes us alongside the Union Canal which was initially opened in 1822 and…
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