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…

That Which You Have Danced Can Never Be Taken Away.

Lycian Way, Turkey. Bogazcik to Ucagiz. I do my best to entertain Mrs Ali in reward for our delicious meals by striking a ‘strong man’ pose just before we set off. Laughing at my ridiculousness she gestures to Pam obviously saying the equivalent of ‘he is so strong now, yet last night he needed a…

Little Gems

Lycian Way, Turkey. Ufakdere – Bogazcik. Our phantom tent companion joins us in quiet contemplation of the dawn splendour lifting within this salt water haven. Synchronized spooning during the night has not lulled me in the customary fashion and we both rise with the sun. Waving goodbye to our hosts who are returning to work…

Danger Will Robinson

Lycian Way, Turkey. Kas – Liman Agizi – Ufakdere. Days in Kas (pronounced closer to ‘Karsh’) drift by as we blog on and wander the town like lazy tourists. Only our obviously over washed and over worn fading all-black clothes distinguish us from the more gaily coloured regular tourists as we wander hilly streets full…