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…
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…
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