Amara Dolce Vita
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Our free day in Antalya, yeah! We got up and had a relatively leisurely breakfast for us, 8am. After a bit of organising we headed off to explore the old city of Antalya which is about a 10 minute walk from our hotel. The weather is stunningly good - clear blue skies and sunshine - so everyone is in a good frame of mind and happy to be wandering around outside. The old town was established between 138-159 BC (just ...
... hot springs of course and created an enormous bathhouse just next to the white terraces. Fangio, our driver, took us to the top of the terraces so that we could walk down the face of the terraces. You are able to walk the terraces so long as you remove your shoes because shoes may compromise the white colour. Can't imagine being able to do that in NZ - everything would be roped off. The white surface ...
... I couldn't be bothered trying to explain further, so just smiled and said ok, great, and paid!!!
I ran across the road to David who was having a coffee, and he thought it was hysterical. He couldn't stop laughing, and taking photos from all angles! He thought when he saw me crossing the road that I'd left the hair dressers with wet hair and had rushed out to tell him I would ...
Because the decision was made not to stop in Istanbul, our itinerary was changed a bit,
and that is how we find ourselves at the port of Heraklion on the island of Crete, not that anybody was complaining! Crete is the largest of the Greek Islands. Another beautiful region that has a rich blend of the old and new and is renowned for its natural beauty of mountains,
ravines, coves and beaches. We saw ...
... streets in India! With pressure mounting and beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I close the deal in the final game and squeeze out a 5-4 sweet, sweet victory, much to the delight of my new fans. I smile, shake Murat’s hand graciously, and then watch from the corner of my eye as the crew try to get info from him on what happened. Meanwhile, I was going through a series of fist-pumps and “yeah baby!!”s in my head.
Sunday night carried on as last night ...