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... in and out. Around 4 AM and later quiet footsteps bring "guests"back. They are being very quiet. Not your average guest coming home from a late night out. Did I mention that we only saw women - coming in early in the morning and some dressed to the nines. High red shoes. It's been a while since we've accidentally stayed at a brothel. (Masaya, Nicaragua, 2003). At least this time it was only where they live and not where they work. It's time for ...
... the boat, jumped off the rails into the water and explored villages and beaches that we pulled into. We went to a little island with ancient ruins 2000 years old. We swam at our first beach that had sand - usually they only have rocks. We weren't allowed to walk or put our towels on the sand because it was so precious! We got back to Bodrum after 6 days sailing! Next stop ...
So we walked around the marina from ferry to our Turkish Gulet - a traditional Turkish boat. Here we boarded and met our crew Oulash, uur and Bidem. After a little stroll around town, a delicious lunch and Scott partaking in a Turkish shave with cut-throat razor, we left port around 4pm for a couple of hours cruising until dinner. The water is sparkling blue and warm. The weather is perfect and ...
... particular). Exploring them was so much fun, and you could easily imagine what it would be like to be using it when it was in it's prime. The architects who designed these structures were very clever, such as in the Amphitheater's acoustics. And the history! Just learning about these were much more interesting then maths at school. But the highlight of this trip for me, was the people. Everywhere you went you would find ...
... that surrounded us. Sat atop the craggy hill, overlooking the vast wetlands, the moment washed over all three of us, silencing us and stopping us dead in our tracks.
Continuing along a ridge back in the direction of Dalyan itself, after dragging Helen away from a pen full of young and impossibly cute goat kids, we scrambled our way back to the river. That night’s dinner had been negotiated with a local baker, who agreed to re-open his shop for us in order to ...