Ocakkoy Holiday Village
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Today is our last day at this fantastic resort. Our shuttle to the airport is only at 19:30, so we spent the last of our time here soaking in the sun at the beach( our favourite spot, no kids allowed). Soak up the sun we did, I think I went 3 or 4 shades darker. Time to make our way back and spend our last night in Istanbul, then our journey home ...
... bus getting ready to go. We started running and sent Noah to tell the driver to wait for us. The minibus was completely full of people so we squeezed inside. Some nice girl let me have her chair while Noah and Arabelle had to go standing up. They were not happy about it and complained the whole way. I thought that this was the first time they traveled standing up and were squashed by a lot of people that don't even notice there are kids down there. We arrived ...
... like my last boat trip but all was good. If I don’t hear bob Marley ever again though it might be too soon. Steve had a quiet day on the beach doing pretty much nothing, sleeping and a swim was about it.
We got to celebrate our first birthday on tour tonight for DC Bob. We were all teased with the cake portions but having two made up for it a little, but it was my first piece of sugary food since London so I think I was worth ...
Next few days were full of lazyness and touristic **** - checking the city, eating some kebaps (to be true those were the best ones I have eaten in Turkey), having a boat ride, uneffective waiting for reply from Wouter's paragliding friend. Luckily we have also met Catherine (30) from New Zeland.
Big, durable backpack, light shorts showing muscled legs, white sport shoes, long brown hair, tanned face. That's Catherine, the Traveller. Nomad. One of few ...
... troupe and, most disturbingly of all a super, super, camp male bellydancer. There we were just having a quiet spot of lunch lunch when suddenly we were being suggestively gyrated at!
In fact the whole of Olundeniz was a typical Brits abroad place full of football shirt wearing beer bellied men and there chavvy girlfriends. Still it meant we found somewhere that did a good full english breakfast.
We were there to give people on ...