Riva Delta Hotel
Travel Blogs from Antalya
... me. On the way back to the ship with only minutes before I would leave turkey for good, I saw one last group of old ladies. So I put on my biggest smile andpractially glowed my way toward them. They smiled at me. VICTORY! I like to think I fixed what everI was doing wrong--likely not. I will likely find all of the middle aged men hate me in Cyprus...sigh... Mary i like the socks made by old ladies, sol by old ladies on the side of the street in tourist areas here are ...
... RUSSIAN VODKA!" he says proudly.. hunh? ok so what, whats "real Russian vodka" well the guy says so proudly chest puffed out its 40%! Now im confused EVERY vodka is 40% no he says its not then it dawns on me... the rumors are true the vodke they have been serving us is NOT 40%!!! What the hell!
Another thing you should know is that Turkey is EXPENSIVE! holy **** is all I can say! I don't know what I was thinking... maybe ...
... I meet this girl she is a tour operator… and she is
Macedonian so SInisa comes in and speaks with her- afterwards turning to me and
says See Lindsey English isn’t everything you need to learn Macedonian! With
a smirk that I almost slap off his
face! So he hands me a piece of paper
that has the tours on it o descritption just the name and the price…okkk?? Well
what the hell is all this?? I ...
... braced ourselves for another hair-raising taxi ride back to the airport to catch our one-hour domestic flight to Antalya (south east of Istanbul).
We arrived in Antalya at midnight and (having learned from our previous mistake) I had written out the address and phone number of the hotel to give to the taxi driver.
Arriving at Cinar Butik Hotel, it felt like we had walked into ...
After a 7 hour bus journey, I arrived and met up with Tim. I was staying at Club Nena, but the Tennis and players were at the Ali Bey next door, and once I'd negotiated the security I spent most of my time at Ali Bay with Tim and the Irish team, returning to Nena to sleep..
It was good fun, and in the middle of the week I decided that I didn't feel like slow-travelling back to London, so took a flight to Zurich, train to Dijon and was back in Marcilly on 16th.