One of the things you just don’t (we’ll I don’t) realise at home is that you do actually need sleep occasionally. I also have to say this diary blog crap thing is turning into the most half-arsed effort – as anything with good intentions seems to turn out.
Back to sleep – I have qu?ckly learned that in order to sleep on a tour like this you need to limit each night to 4 – 5 hr, less if you can convince someone to join you in Rak? or beer, the beer here (Efes) ?s quite a nice drop. Then you sleep on the horribly long bus rides, but something you quickly get used to.
Anyway, because this blog ?s now half-arsed – and because holidaying for the first time in another country is just so awesomely fantastic.Ā Pat and I have decided to stay here, never to return. However, this thought may only last as long as the cash flow – which may not even get to the end of the trip š
In summary – every day involves food and beer as a minimum. Pat last took us to the picnic by the river w?th Laura, Shelly, Pat and myself (thought I’d keep some names coming – they may be offended if they’re only ever known as the others).
After that night it was yet another 12 hr bus ride to Antalya – once again a very different c?ty to the last couple. Still friendly people, but not as overly friendly as the people in Malatya – I shouldn’t say overly, because it was very welcome, but the crowds drawn to us as tourists was quite phenomenal – about 40-50 people gathered around us at one point in the markets.
Once we hit Antalya, we had very good food – again – and went to a Hamam, the turkish baths. I’ve never even been in a sauna, so this was even more an experience. In short, you wear nothn?g but a towel – underground – very hot – very wet. ThenĀ some guy takes you into a room, scrubs you down, soaps you up and gives a very relaxing massage.
Early night last night – about 2am after a couple beers. Probably 2nd best sleep I’ve had since I left – should give me several more days of no sleep.
This morningĀ most of us hired some taxis and went to the mountains to cl?mb up and checkĀ out a well, mountaintop city, on top of which there is an old (as is everything) Greek theatre with beautiful v?ews.Ā Then to some caves, the sourceĀ of some relics dating back 50,000 years. And lastly to a very pretty waterfall.
None of which I have pictures of – cos there’s no USB plug in this PC.
Lastly,Ā Bec has found out she has been introducing herself as Becca (bekar) to the locals with some strange and promising looks in reply. We found out it actually means ‘single woman’ ?n Turkish. Any rebeccas going to Turkey – take heed.