Pantless in Pamukkale
Trip Start Sep 21, 2010
13Trip End Oct 07, 2010
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Then we were back into the Fiat for a 4 hour journey to Kas (pronounced Kah-sh). The trip was another crazy Turkish driving experience with super top-heavy trucks heading up very steep grades, roads under construction, and Chris G.'s super small 15 dollar ipod speaker playing super quiet American tunes. Driving in Turkey is as insane as you think it is, but, surprisingly, I haven't had road rage episodes like I do in DC. I just want to be alive at the destination. Turkish drivers will cut you off, and pass on hairpin turns with no regard for human life
My blood sugar crashed and Chris G.'s bladder almost ruptured around the time we got to Fethiye, a small little beach town on the southern Mediterranean Coast. Here, our group missed a near melt down, before we found simple little Turkish pizza place called Nefi's. With our belly full of pide (pizza) Tanya directed us to the mountains to the north where there are several Lycian tombs. The tombs were old. From around 350 BC in fact. We have trouble wrapping our heads around this because in the US, there are very few historical sites this old and in Turkey, they seem to be everywhere. We then tried to do some paragliding at Olu Deniz which is one of the best paragliding locations in the world. Unfortunately there was too much turbulence, or something like that, and the reputable companies were not taking people up. Oh well, probably not a good idea to jump off a mountain in Turkey anyway.
Back in the Fiat and on the way to Kas. We only missed one turn and quickly corrected the problem. Tensions were high as we reached Kas as many streets should have been one way and were at a 45 degree and grade. We actually made a wrong turn into our new hotel, the Hideaway Hotel. John, the jack of all trades bartender, server, bellhop and waiter helped us park and bring our packs to the room. Anne explored the town while Chris squared had some beers overlooking Mediterranean and split a Doner. Eventually, we were all on the terrace sharing stories with Efes in our hands and laughing.
Off to bed, kayak day tomorrow!