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- High-speed internet in room
- Outdoor pool
- Kids pool
- Wireless internet connection in room (surcharge)
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Just a short haul. 1.5 hours. A low coastline drive until its not. Pine trees and beehives by the dozens. Roads a bit steep in places but the driver, who looks like the character Louis Litt from 'Suits' and is just as anal - drives with great care, always confidence inspiring. Dropping down into Marmaris reveals blue water, a para glider, hotel lines and sand. The main drag is reminiscent ...
... camera. Where do you start? Waiting for the inevitable "You Vill Eat Your Cheese". The Swedes rally to the cause, but the pile is way beyond them. A polite discussion with their waiter that maybe just a selection of soft cheeses at room temperature would be even better next time. (This is what they had asked for the night before. Soft cheeses at room temperature obviously got lost in translation). The Kommondant comes to ask them if they enjoyed their cheeses. Again a ...
... melon. Jacques and Marina got such a kick out of the edamame -- they had never had it before. The three of us polished off a huge bag very quickly. The oooooooo's and ahhhhhhhh's and an occasional "this is truly sensational", coming from a very stunned Marina. Marina taking the role of not only "Neil", by clearing the table expertly, cleaning up, and doing the dishes, and putting the GM and Brandy on the table -- then switching hats, ...
So another perfect day... An early morning swim, another sea turtle and more cruising and beautiful food. A visit to an ancient island village. Xenophon referred to inhabitants as 'semi-barbarians'. Not sure we should trust his opinion... The ...
... rang. It was Phillipe, here to take Jacques to Marmaris, to pick up a rental car. He is taking Marina and I to the airport tomorrow morning. Anyhow -- Jacques was gone, leaving Marina and I to finish off the meatballs, and enjoy our spritzers before siesta. During siesta -- I continued methodically packing my suitcases -- not wanting to leave it all until tomorrow. I was surprised that gathering up all my stuff, and stowing it in the perfect spot in my luggage did not take ...