Day 10 – Empty Tanks

Another slow start today, despite being awake at 6:30am. I think that the pattern has been set & I’m now assuming that nothing is happening here until beyond midday, for the remainder of our hols.

We just keep looking at each other and smiling, as we are constantly being reminded as to what a great holiday we’re having!

I know everyone has had a stressful few years with the pandemic & I’m no different. Certainly hasn’t been helped by working in a business that is dependent upon global hospitality, that’s for sure! So it’s been the first time in a very long while that I’ve relaxed as much as I have this last week or so. It’s a hugely restorative couple of weeks.

We have literally done nothing today, by the way! So this could be the shortest most mundane blog yet!

Up, sit around. Coffee, bread & jam. Bit of a read (struggling with the LEJOG book still – it’s a good book, but an emotional read for me).

A nibble through a few of our snack supplies, including “Turkish Leys”, baharatli (spicy) flavour crisps. Apparently the mixed spices usually contain black pepper, coriander, paprika, cardamom, nutmeg, cumin, cloves, and cinnamon. To be honest, they just taste of lightweight/mild paprika. Still, enough to munch on!

Jane is deliberately buying snacks & sweets that she 100% knows I don’t/won’t like, so I’m having to keep sneaking in Lays Original (plain crisps). The little bugger.

Even the choice of haribos was strategic

Down to the pool with the Mr Dongle, a cold beer (Efes Malt in can, and yep, I now know about ‘Efes Tummy’, so that bidet contraption is earning its corn), some Cornettos for the bar freezer, & a downloaded BBC podcast about one of Man City’s new signings, Erling Haaland.

A quick dip, followed by a long-pig basting in factor 30, and a snooze. Charlie surfaced just after I’d started the podcast, so around 4:15pm. He’s getting worse!

Cornettos downed, and another quick dip to cool down. Feels hotter today, and that’s even with a slightly stiffer breeze.

Eventually, Jane & I succumbed and retired back to the balcony. Charlie lasted a bit longer, having a bit of a swim before coming back. I have to confess, I was so warm, I just lay on my back on the apartment floor, as the tiles were really cool. Charlie said it looked ridiculous. Which it did.

Having been the first of the pack to hit the showers (& I made sure mine was cold), it meant I ended up sitting on the balcony, waiting for the others, with another Efes Malt, and watching one of the male peacocks strut it’s stuff on the remains of the now-demolished Poseidon Hotel/soon-to-be new apartments.

Peacock on a bathroom (ex-bathroom)

With once again, almost zero dynamism between us, we plumped for a walk back the the Indian/Thai reataurant, Sandinos as the food we had the other day was magnificent!

This time, Charlie, after learning a valuable lesson last night about ‘being present/in the moment’, managed not to step square-on in dogturd (despite being told seconds earlier to watch out). Still not 100% sure why it was me that ended up jet-washing it off with a hosepipe once we got back to Felix The Goats “crib”, though.

By the time we’d walked down, it was heading towards 8pm – a “dirty stop-outs” evening at this rate! Anyway, we got there! Eventually.

Different choices for some this eve. I had the very nice onion bhaji to start followed by the Thai Ginger Chicken. Which I know is switching styles mid meal, but Jane went a step further – thai green fish curry with garlic naan! She switched it up mid-course! Apparently also very nice!

Hard to tell on Charlie’s choices (hot chicken wings, then the same as he had last time, sorry can’t remember). But basically, he spent as much time on his phone as he did eating. Suspect he’s missing his mates, tbh.

Starting to think this might be the last “all three abroad”. Which is sort of sad, and then I remember that means we can go away whenever we want and don’t have to stick to term times! Or pay for a third adult!

Jane I’m sure will be “don’t say that!”. Which I get & sort of agree with, but when it’s time, it’s time – he’ll only be a couple of months off being 18 this time next year.

A meander back, and weirdly, having done nothing, we’re all tired. I think the more we’ve relaxed, and boy have we relaxed, the more our spent-reserves are showing – I think we’ve been running on fumes.

Time to fill up those tanks again!

Night folks!

Chris x

Day 9 – Cumulo Nimbus

Todays blog title is brought to you by John The Accountant, who just this morning posted that classic Weather Report sketch from The Fast Show, starring the irreplaceable Caroline Ahearn.

Summary of the sketch is that a cloud is forecast over a tourist destination, where the rest of the country is “Scorchio”. It brings the tourist economy to a halt. A single cloud. We have two. Apocalypse incoming…

A leisurely coffee & cheese butty for breakfast, whilst contemplating that once again we have no plan. Which is fine.

I do suspect however that after Charlie’s chunder exertions from yesterday, he will be keen on doing bugger-all today.

However, taking into account Kurban Bayramı, and the traffic as reported in yesterdays Fethiye Times, particularly the paragraph about disappointment in Fethiye, as it seemed everyone headed to Olu & Hisarönü, and the fact it’s Market tomorrow, I suggested a mid-avo jaunt into Fethiye.

5km queues into Oludeniz. Ouch.

As we’ve not been, and we have loads of recommended bars & restaurants, it would be a shame to go later in our last week, only to find its worth a few trips.

Jane went down to the pool, but due to all of my snorkelling yesterday, and lack of sunblock discipline, my lower back is, to quote Caroline Ahern, “scorchio, scorchio”. Do watch that clip if you get a chance – it’s a classic! I decided to chill on the balcony instead.

Around 3:30pm we headed down, via feeding the goat in a very Gary Neville way, to the Taksi rank & jumped a Joe to Fethiye centre.

Feed the Goat & he will score.
Thanks, Gary Neville…

Dropped off at ‘Umbrella Street’ we had a mooch around Old Town first. Seemed quiet and a lot more relaxed than down at Oludeniz, which I presume is in part due to everyone heading for the beaches during Beyrami.

Not quite Tommy Ducks…

After Umbrella Street we ended up on the harbour front. A lovely, yet very hot stroll around meant it didn’t take long to dehydrate, so a pit stop was required. We stopped at Genis, which, having read the menu would be a decent stop-off for food as well.

Water, water everywhere…
And plenty to drink…

Sated, we had another wander around and took a walk through the fish market, past the Reis fish restaurant. The dishes being served looked proper tasty! Another trip required here, methinks! Even Charlie said is smelled really nice. We did give a mention to my little Sis, who with one (albeit very large*) nostril of that aroma, would have made Charlie’s upchuck efforts on the boat yesterday, look Vanerama North League level.

* [Edit: since my sister has now read this, I am reliably informed that the preferred term is “generous”]

Fresh as daisies, just not as alive.

We then headed to Büyükev Bar & Kitchen, where I’d had a tip-off I’d get some decent craft beer & a steak noodle dish that was tidy.

Craft Beer was indeed available, and I can confirm that the Gara Guzu brewery do a fine saison Mayhos(h) – perfect in this heat!

Decent local ale, this being a Saison

We screwed up immediately when ordering food however. We ordered two “beer plates” as starters. Both were sharing plates and each would easily feed 3-4 people. Chips were sacrificed at the expense of giving the mains a decent go.

Now seemingly a complimentary amuse bouch, tonight’s feline offering was a mum, with kittens, plus a bashed-up cat with an ear with erectile dysfunction.

Ear Viagra required

Starters finished and the mains were served. Portion sizes seem to be somewhat “American”, meaning one feeds two, two feeds a hungry three.

All the food was once again really well cooked & very tasty. My steak noodles were as per recommendation, and Jane & Charlie’s Chicken & Beef quesadillas were also really nice. Particularly the chicken according to Mum Cat…cheeky sod!

Cheeky mother feline…

Once done we called for “Hesap, Lütfen”, although I couldn’t resist buying a Gara Guzu glass. Not that I expect it to make it home, as my beer glassware track record is poor at best.

Anyway, hot, full & tired, we returned home early, but we will go back to Fethiye, I’m sure. Tbh, I rate it higher than Oludeniz, mainly because it’s not as touristy & busy though. Each to their own though.

Washing machine on, a cold beer, telescope out and some stargazing and even a little astrophotography on the house telescope, before an early night.

Obvious blue tinge to the moon…

The plan for tomorrow is to plan the planning for tomorrow.

And to the sound of calling peacocks and a Beyrami celebration Spotify playlist in the distance, I bid you adieu for another evening!

Chris x

Day 8 – Swashbuckling

Although I was awake, Jane’s alarm went off at 8am. Think there was an element of doubt about the boat trip, purely because of having to be up at that time. Bless.

I headed downstairs, made a coffee, and had some bread with jam – rumour has it that at least jam tastes sweet on the way back up!

My confession being I get seasick in the bath. Thing is, I also know from experience that I’m fine when a boat is under power in most circumstances. It’s just when it stops & bobs around. Maybe a touch of apprehension on my part, but I’d rather risk that than miss out on what sounds like a superb trip out.

Charlie was not enthusiastic at all when I knocked on and gave him a 30 minute warning before “doors to departure”.

Just after 9am, we left the house expecting to head down the hill so that we were in position to meet Captain Tommy Ozturki, who was picking us up. Except he was waiting for us at the apartment! The VIP treatment! We jumped on the minibus, and Tommy led the way on his moped. After a few stops, the minibus was full and we headed to the boat.

Pirate boats (foam, loud music, packed)

The boat holds 40, but there’s only around 20 or so of us onboard. Really nice boat, and a nice amount on – not like some of the “party boats” we’ve seen, packed to the rafters, foam parties and music you can hear from miles away. Not our scene. I’d add “anymore” to that except I’m not sure it ever has been our scene, tbh.

We set off from a choppy beach, out into the bay. I sat central, but at the back, facing forward and without a backrest so I could ‘gimbal’ myself.

Charlie on the other hand, sat for about 5 minutes before his first trip to the ‘heads’ to blow chunks.

As he was down there so long, Captain Tommy asked if he was ok. I explained it seems he’s sick.

Solution from Captain Tommy:

“How old is he? 16/17. Ah. Hangover, seasick or both? Ok, so I pour him a lager shandy – chug it down in one. Burp up or throw up the gas. He will be fine”. Then Serves him two half pints of shandy to chug. Charlie made one.

Too late we found that for Charlie the better solution was to stand up at the back of the boat and focus on horizon. By the end, Charlie reckoned it would be a perfect job for him 🤦‍♂️

Between those two points wasn’t fun for Charlie, making a number of lengthy trips to the heads. For Jane & I however, it was brilliant! Multiple stops at little coves, beaches & inlets. Plenty of time to snorkel.

Plenty of time to get Efes foisted on you by Mehmet, Tommys brother.

After one stop, Tommy passed the helm to Mehmet. As the boat whizzed along, a few things got underway. The smell of chip fat from the galley (on a rocking boat). Tommy sat on the rear platform casually BBQ’ing a tonne of onion, chicken & fish for lunch.

Captain Tommy BBQ’ing off the back of the boat

The food was superb! Really well cooked chicken for Jane & I (Charlie abstained), with salad, potatoes from Tommy’s mums, home-made coleslaw, and a tonne of spicy tomato spaghetti. Brilliant!

And incredible value. Hence a decent tip at the end. £20/person for a really good day out, fabulous lunch & transport from your accommodation. Drinks & snacks on top, all at perfectly fair prices. Top bloke, top trip!

It seems that the Eid celebrations & festivities have brought the posh folk out. In many of the places we stopped, we were surrounded by fancy Yachts. Really fancy. “Barstards” says Tommy, clogging up his routes.

More stops, more snorkelling, then a choppy head back to Oludeniz for the excitement – getting off the boat! I should have taken a photo or better a video, but it was so fraught with tension & jeopardy. That boom, up, down 4 or 5 foot out of the water, when down and on the beach, you’ve a 20 second wave-window to get to ‘Omaha’ before the next surf partially submerged the boom & anyone on it, before swinging up another 5 ft in the air!

Once on to Omaha Beach, the to climb the 40deg slope of shingle bare foot (we had a tip-off & beach shoes on), whilst each foot down sinks in 4-6 inches, like a pebble version of quicksand. Exhilarating on our scale of holidaying!

Olu was bonkers busy, with big queues at both the Taxsi & Dolmus ranks, due to the festivities. We walked out of Oludeniz up the hill a bit and jumped a cab to save the queue and the crawl out.

The traffic queue heading into Oludeniz was huge & more or less at a standstill. It went back all the way up the hill to just before Hisarönü. That’s a way. [edit: since found out it was 5km of standing traffic!]

Back in Ovaçik & dropped off at our local mini market, we nipped in to get Charlie something to eat. “I’m starving”…

Now the challenge became getting anyone in the mindset of going out for tea. Charlie bailed, still feeling gippy, so Jane & I made use of the 33% extra bill.

We walked past Turtle from Friday night and went to the quite upmarket ‘Karizma’, although ‘Cat-Rizma’ may be more appropriate at the mo – 4 “cute little kittens” playing in the olive tree next to our table for two, which meant it became a table for 6.

Had a readily good meal, albeit we shared a starter, had a main each, & couldn’t finish either. Fine dining it is, refined portions, it’s not! Relatively, it’s towards the top end price wise, but that’s all relative – £40 all in with drinks & fabulous service.

The walk home was a bit of a tough one – left knee is playing up again, so a bit ‘grindy’. Anyway I’m home.

So that was today!

Laters taters

Chris x

Day 7 – Cocksure Pussies

I’m writing this bit as I wake up. It’s 7:30am, and the room is heating up already. The aircon may get a blast shortly.

All is quiet, all is still. All through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Outside however, the hoarse Cockrell is clearly pissed off with the peacock, because his piping up has woken the deep-voiced dog. I’m not arsed though, whilst now I’m awake I can hear it, it’s not disturbing anyones sleep, and it’s not even the tiniest bit irritating.

This place has basically zoned me out – I’ve tried CBD oil to help me sleep (didn’t do a thing, it’s a total waste of money, imho), but this holiday is making me feel how I hoped the CBD would have made me feel – I have a zen-like calm.

The only issue with the above is that it’s having the same effect on two of the most laid back people I know. And it’s definitely had the same effect! They are now so laid back there stood up again! There’s not a chance I’ll see Jane awake until at least 10am, and as for Charlie…

Yesterday, as I mentioned before, he only surfaced at about 3:30pm yesterday. We got back after tea at about 10pm, maybe a touch earlier. He went straight to his room & balcony, but I know he was ‘lights out’ at 11pm. Up less than 8 hours in the day! WTFlip!

GPS accuracy puts me right at the pool bar…

On the basis that we need to leave the house tomorrow at 9am and will be out for likely over 12 hours, sailing, swimming, snorkelling, island-hopping, beach-combing, turtle-spotting, tea etc, the chances of me getting these folks to leave the locale today are now slim to none!

Oh! Should have put in yesterdays post, we met our neighbour Mustafa yesterday just as he was setting off to work (Taxsi driver), so I dropped him that bottle of Red I’d bought at duty free, and as best as I could explained it was nice to meet him and that the gift was to apologise for any disturbance we cause (we won’t). He was very lovely and wished us a happy holiday, and if we need any help, to just ask.

That was as we left yesterday. On arriving back, there was a large bag of fruit tied to our door handle. Which bearing in mind is surprisingly hard to get in the supermarkets, was a lovely gesture. What a nice chap!

One thing we are aware of that may affect plans so we are taking into account, is that there is an extended public holiday here as many celebrate Kurban Bayramı, or in Arabic, Eid el-Adha, the most important religious festival of the year. This year it starts today, running through to the 12th July, but there are additional public holidays tagged on, so we’ll assume the rest of our time here. It’s likely to be very busy as I’m advised by Google that many wealthier Turks travel here to celebrate, and why wouldn’t you!

So to my Muslim friends & colleagues, I bid you Eid Adha Mubarak!

Anyway, let’s see how today pans out!

[Time passes 😂]

It’s now 11pm and the day is more or less done.

Jane & I went down to the pool at 12.30, just after I’d found out that John Gwynne, the incredibly charismatic Darts & Football commentator, (whom I’ve had the pleasure of being in the company of as he compared the Turkey Supper evenings), had decided he’d shown who’s the boss and after 18 months of bossing, he moved on from his battle with cancer. Rest in peace John, the sports world is poorer without you.

Charlie at least made it to the pool today, albeit at 3:10pm!

By 5:30 we realised we’d enjoyed & relaxed another day away. So the plans (what plans?) evolved into a walk down to a local bar for tea.

We arrived at the ‘K Bar & Gastrolounge’ to another warm welcome. Genuinely can’t think of a more welcoming area/country that I’ve been to!

Beers & food ordered, (steak & chips, pizza for Jane), we settled back and watched the ‘roadies’ set up a stage for live music. Beer came. Then cats came. One floofy one, one sleek & all ‘black panther’. Both with seemingly feline intuition that food was close to arriving.

And it did! Crafty & manipulative as cats are, it took them about 5 seconds to figure out that Charlie was the weak link. And another 5s to suss out you could kill me with cat or rabbit hair.

Defying a certain, slowly-asphyxiated death, I continued my meal despite the constant meowing every time I raised a fork of steak to my mouth. Blimey, were they cocksure little pussies! Most annoyingly, they weren’t actually annoying, and it was quite a laugh. (For those that know me, my allergic reaction means I’m not a cat fan, so this is a big statement).

“Your steak, or your throat. Your choice”

Food eaten, and the true cat emerged. “No food? No friend. I’m off”.

Live music started up to a Dire Straits “Sultans of Swing” intro as he was tuning up. This chap has cajones to set the bar that high (irrespective of whether you like DS or not, that’s some guitar to try to emulate).

Turns out he’s:

  • a) a neighbour,
  • b) bloody good at the singing malarkey,
  • c) even better at the guitar stuff
  • d) plays Oasis…(amongst other things)

“Top, sorted ar kid, Emre”!

He took a break after lots of decent tunes, so we took that as our opportunity to head home. After all, we have to pack for our Moby Dick adventure tomorrow. At 9am. Charlie will be a zombie until minimum midday, I reckon unless I push him overboard.

Oh! And I see clouds. First this hols. They lasted minutes.

Early night required, so “Night, folks”

Chris x

Day 6 – Short & Tweet

Boy, this will be a short one today! We’ve done loads. But it’s load of one thing. And that thing was doing nothing but chill out…

My turn to hunt and gather today, so it was a walk down to the local shop before anyone else was up, for me.

As I was at the bread cabinet, I noticed what looked like pancakes, one of which had spinach in it. Not quite brave enough for the green flecks, I took one of the plain ones. At least I though it was plain!

On return, and when Jane surfaced I fished out the massive pancake which we split between us. Turned out it had feta & mint in it, and wasn’t even really a pancake – less eggy and a touch on the bready side. It was really nice, really filling & really cheap!

After a while of sitting on the balcony & staring out over the really nice views of the mountains, and doing a bit of birdwatching (some sort of jay, plenty of cheeky collared doves, and a good few housemartin type birdies), we heard the prayer call, which we now observe, by turning it into a pool call.

We packed the pool bag and went and sunbathed. Until I got bored and turned to the GoPro, setting on slow-mo.

Top Bombing!

One bit of “top-bombing” later, and having checked that Jane survived the tsunami, I began a bit of video editing – “Fatbombing” coming to a Facebook post soon!

More sunbathing before another break. This time behind the pool bar, but only to test my beery knowledge with a found card game. It was a beer identification card game called ‘All the beer, No idea’ – 80 Beers from around the world. 32 identified without clue, 25 should have got, but no one to read clues. 20 not heard of. 3 beers MIA.

25 beers I should have got right.

Jane retired to the balcony & I had another swim before packing up & heading upstairs.

At one point, the plan had been to go into Fethiye, but on the basis Charlie only surfaced at some time after 3pm, and hadn’t eaten, that got scrubbed for today.

Instead we decided to visit one of the more local bar/restaurants & keep the whole day low key (& lower cost, after Charlie’s fashion shopping yesterday!).

We walked the 15 minutes up to the Turtle Bar on the old road, to suss out their menu first, with the intent of walking a bit further if need be to Karizma Restaurant. Didn’t need to. Menu & prices were really good.

Prawns in a creamy garlic sauce for my starter, followed by a chicken shish served with rice, salad & a few nice chippies! And the obligatory cold beer, of course. Tonight it was a bottle of the Bomonti Filtresiz 5% unfiltered pale lager.

Charlie made a friend, although she dropped him like a stone as soon as he stopped feeding her a couple of little pieces of chicken.

On the way home, we called in for supplies at the local Carrefour Mini, and we stocked up on a few things, including beer. Charlie enjoyed being pack mule, once I’d loaded his rucksack. His reward being a bottle of the Frederik Yakima IPA. Suspect as I’m typing this, he’s on his balcony, in a beanbag, reading & supping his cold beer. He’s had worse holidays!

That’s all f-f-folks!

See you tomorrow!

Chris

x

Day 5 – Animals & Nitrate

Well this day started even more slowly! Even I ended up not getting up ‘til after 10:30! Fitful sleep, but an overall higher total.

Anyway, maybe it was all the late night action I got last night. After all wild squealings & enough noise to get the dogs barking, it’s bound to get the heart racing.

At first I couldn’t make them out, but I could hear the wild pigs in the field at the back (front?) of the apartment. A quick blast on the torch, and I saw their shadows, as they moved around though.

It then went quiet for a while, so I thought I wasn’t going to get eyeball contact, but it didn’t take long for the dogs to set off again. This time I went & joined Charlie on his balcony, which overlooks the road at the side of the apartment.

The next thing was realising that in front of me, and just on the fenceline into Mr Retail Moguls gaff, were around 6 or 7 piglet-sized oinkers, just snuffling around. Sadly no ‘insta proof’, so in todays parlance it didn’t happen.

Aye well, today brings more animal encounters, almost to a Steve Irwin level of encounters!

So, bread, thanks this time to Jane’s hunt/gather instinct, topped with jam for ‘Brinner’ (“Brunch” if you choose).

Pool-tang! The weather on the front is going to be hot, hotter than a snakes ass in a wagon rut. So pool time it was. When Charlie eventually joined us, it came with a moment of entrepreneurship…

I introduce you to the new game of PoolPong (tm applied, (c))! Take a lilo, turn upside down, so the ‘holes’ (think golf) face upwards (there’s an up and a downside on most & it’s the bottom we are after, as Mr Pincher would say).

Next, take a waboba ball (Colors May Vary), stand on the poolside or take a lower handicap & throw from eye level, have the opposition steady the lilo at a repeatable location in a pool, and then try & pitch the waboba into one of many lilo holes. For every miss, and there will be many, many misses, take a slurp of cold beer – you need it anyway after the exertion & tension. Winner is the first to be able to shout “poolhole”.

After this excitement, we could only look on in awe as we were graced Poolside by a male Peacock. (GoPro Footage may follow).

Early evening came around too quickly, as we were so immersed in PoolPong & Peacocks, but having done so, we readied ourselves for a bin-mission followed by a tea mission.

Bags of rubbish taken care of at the recycling unit at the bottom of the road, then a Taxsi to Hisaronu. After a 15 minute, unintended site-seeing walk around the town, we headed back to where the Taxsi driver dropped us off, which was directly opposite where we wanted to walk to.

Hidden Gem is a Turkish Tapas restaurant on what I’ve heard referred to as ‘The Strip’. It’s on the first floors and having navigated a sleeping dog in the middle of the road, we were once again made very welcome by the staff, and then served by the owner.

I had reliably been informed that the lamb shank (“ask for mint sauce”) was incredible, so that was my order sorted. It came with plenty of veg, including one of my favourites, Broccoli (which happens to thankfully be high in nitrates). Charlie copied me, but added a needless starter of chicken (needless as in portion sizes were massive). Jane however, went Tapas. And went bonkers by ordering the world largest & possibly strongest Margarita. (Jane is allergic to alcohol, so rarely imbibes).

Food arrived. Was all incredibly good & we are yet to have anything that was as low as ‘average’. Once finished, one of the waiters came over and asked if he could have the two shank bones to give to “Teacher” (can’t remember the Turkish version, sorry), the dog in the road, owned and very well looked after by a business across the road. “Of course”.

The bill (hesap) squared away, we took a walk. During that walk, Charlie & Jane went shopping. I went to Fez Bar. I think I win that one.

Part of ‘The Strip’ (pedestrianised after around 7:30pm)

They went, they ‘haggled’, they bought! Moncler, Stone Island etc in hand, Charlie & Jane swagger into Fez Bar with their trophies. I was more impressed that Serdal, the owner, as he passed by on a busy evening (quiz night), took the time to say “Hi, Jane, welcome back”, having remembered her name!

Fez Bar

Tired, so home is now required, & we supped up the Frederick’s IPA & headed off that way.

Another day of “who knows what” tomorrow, but we do now have an all day boat trip booked (& arranged by our amazing tour guide) for Sunday.

See y’all on the POSTBOJO side.

Chris x

Day 4 – Getting High, Turkish Style

Awake at 6am, I wandered down into the balcony. Just standing there, I realised the error of my ways, writing about that breeze. What breeze? It was a whisper in the ear at most, this morning. Already into the high 20s, today feels like it’s going to be a lounge-lizard day, sloth like in its pace.

That said, now I had been fiscally primed, it did mean I could walk down to the Ovacik Market at the bottom of the slope & hunt & gather.

I hunted “Meats” (for a ‘picky dinner’) to accompany the cheese we brought with us as Turkish cheese is not a patch on Cheddar, Wensleydale or Red Leicester! Oh, and crisps & beer to replace Charlie’s supper consumption.

We may have the cheesy upper hand, but Turkiye slam-dunks us on the bread front!

The bread here is bloody gorgeous! Keen on understanding why it’s so good, I ended up trying to read ‘Ekmek ve ekmek çeşitleri Tebligi. Teblig No. 2012/2’ (a copy of which can be found here for those of a similar bent)

Failing on the reading front, it basically is because they don’t use any preservatives or modified ingredients. It’s just bread. Proper bread. And it’s bloody lovely!

Goat-petting

A slow walk back up the slope, passing the recently demolished hotel that is soon to become new apartments, and a sharp ‘sa(g)’ turn up to the gates. The ‘front’ of the apartment faces more or less east, which means the metal door handle directly facing the morning sun, is to be treated with due respect!

I settled in on the balcony for the inevitable multi-hour wait for any other life forms appearing. The good news being that the whisper was turning back to a lovely breeze.

Jane came down at around 11, when we had some of that lovely bread, with a bit of cheese. A coffee & a bottle of water later, and we went downstairs to the pool.

Factor 50 for me & my milk-white skin! Then a sunbathe, a dip, a sunbathe, all whilst listening to one of last weeks 93:20 Podcasts, where Ahsan, Howard and Lloyd discussed the ins and outs of Manchester City’s transfer dealings & rumours. Perfection!

After being joined for a while by Charlie, and playing with a ‘Waboba ball’ in the pool, we eventually made our way in for a late bite to eat, before setting of in a Taxsi to the Babadağ Teleferik cable car.

It was around 5pm, as the driver dropped us at the entrance, where we paid for our tickets (approx £8 each), which would get us up to 1800m AMSL in three stages.

We stayed on the (recently built) cable car, passing through the first stop at 1200m and getting off at Babadag 1700. This is the main attraction here, as it’s the launch pad (literally is a big pad) for the paragliders, and has a very fancy looking wine & dine place. With it’s exceptional views over Oludeniz & the Blue Lagoon, (which also means you can watch the sun set whilst slugging back a glass of Pino-G), it’s unsurprisingly popular, and charging accordingly.

We took in the views, and watched a few tandem launches (one of which was aborted), before Charlie & Jane started to flag. Before they did, I’d remembered to pack the little Leica binocs, so we did a bit of spotting. The apartment was pretty easy to pick out due to the temporary building plot in front of it. I even managed to blag a photo on the iPhone through a binocular lens.

Pressing on, I took the chairlift up the next hundred meters to the yet-to-open burger bar & terminus to the final chairlift to the 1900m summit (which wasn’t running today).

Glad I did, as the view is spectacular! Probably the best view of the Blue Lagoon & coastline, other than if you were the tandem on a paraglider!

Back down to join them (“I’m starving”),before we all returned to the bottom, again taking in views as far as Fethiye harbour & the Dalaman peninsular.

We flagged a cab & headed to Sandinos Restaurant, which is on the way home. It specialises in Thai & Indian cuisine, so had to be given a go.

Thai spring rolls, Thai Prawn rolls, and Charlie on the Chicken Tom Yam soup, which was delicious! Then on to Pad Thai (unsurprisingly Jane), Lamb Dupiaza (unsurprisingly me), and Charlie with a Hariyali Chicken curry (mint & coriander with a dash of fenugreek). All we’re lovely, although portion size was generous enough that finishing was a challenge.

After a “Hesap Lütfen”, we paid up, and began the walk home. Nothing too exciting but we did nip in a quickymart & get some jam for breakfast.

Charlie went straight in the pool after getting back, which on reflection was probably a good call.

Have broached the subject of 6-Island boat trips and Jeep Safaris today, but may need to improve my timing & sales pitch, as the two Sleeping Beauties are seemingly exhausted! Tough life, this relaxing & holidaying!

No idea what tomorrow will bring, as if I push now, I may end up with a ministerial revolt & a vote of no confidence.

So for now it’s a “Night Jim-Bob, Night, Mary Ellen” from me!

C x

Day 3 – Falling Chunder

[just as an fyi, I genuinely do only write this guff, because I like writing. It’s aimed to be nothing other than cathartic, in a non-medical sense. Reader discretion advised!]

Slept way better last night, which was probably down to a combo of all the walking, followed by a big meal, and a few Tuborg Golds, but I’ll take that! Also started by falling asleep on the beanbags on the balcony – it’s just so comfortable.

Because the apartment is just over 1200ft (390m) above sea level, we’re blessed with a lovely breeze most of the time, and that means sitting out on the balcony, even when it’s above 30C, is a joy.

Which is handy when you have to sit around waiting for Lurchio to get out of his pit. I suspect he’s regretting yesterdays badly-applied suncream (leaving him burned) and likely one more Tuborg than was wise (leaving him a little dehydrated). Life lessons…

Whilst we wait, it led me to think about the animals around us. Next doors have a Cockrell with a sore throat, a big dog, and what sounds like a peacock. We on the other hand trump that by having a goat, as previously mentioned.

We have yet to set eyes on a tortoise or a wild pig however, but my mission will continue. If I’m lucky and we ever get to The Blue Lagoon today, I may even see a Turtle. Fingers crossed on both counts!

Finally got moving, so jumped a Taxsi to Fez Bar in Hisarönü, to grab something for dinner (“lunch” for non-locals). Chicken kebab for me & a half-decent 5.2% Frederick IPA, a Türk Tuborg ‘craft’ offering.

We met the owner, Serdal, who is good friends with Gareth. After a good chinwag, he suggested sending a photo of us & to say ‘Merhaba!’. So I did!

Serdal showing what my head looks like from the front and the back…

We wandered back around to the Taxsi rank & ‘blew’ a whole £3.50 on a ride to Billy’s Beach, on the Blue Lagoon, rather than walk a very circuitous dog-day* hour.

(*technically not a dog day yet, for the pedants).

Around £3.50 in each, to the private beach “including sand, sunbed & umbrella”. Have to laugh that on some of the FB groups we’ve joined, people talk about prices going up. It’s gone from a pre-pandemic 8TL to the £, to 20TL, whilst 40-50TL can get you a pint.

Apparently I spent around an hour slow-pickling myself in the lagoon, snorkelled up, albeit I didn’t see any wildlife, but did nearly fall asleep face down it was so relaxing! No turtles today, not even a turtles head.

After the swim, a brief stint on sunbeds ensued, until Jane wanted a “Cornetto, not pistachio” & a coke. A bar trip, and an inevitable first taste of the Efes (“100cl jug & 2 glasses, so I don’t look like a pisspot, Lütfen”).

As we watched all the tandem parasailers come down from the top of the mountain, ( of which, at some points there were over 15 in the sky above us), I happened upon a Facebook post that made me chuckle – it wasn’t salami, it was Turkish sausage, the fools!

From there we took a (free) dolmus back to Oludeniz beachfront bus station, and had a quick wander. It was busy, quite touristy, and glancing at prices is a touch higher priced that Hisarönü & Ovacik, for good reason being on the seafront.

We decided a taxsi back to the nearer end of Hisarönü suited us more and hunted down our snacky tea. Again on good recommendation, we went for a quick (Chicago style) pizza at Pizza Pepino. The usual friendly welcome & impeccable service awaits, and Charlie popped his “first beer order” cherry, in that when asked if he wanted a beer, he said “yes”. His first served pint!

From there, a quick stroll past a few shops selling Stone Island/Moncler/Ahmed’s (Stockport, 1980s reference) etc, before picking up “drugs” from a pharmacy for a neighbour.

Finally a nip up the road to the apartment, during which I got to use the Turkish Salsa (Sol & Sa, left & right) & we made it right to the gate. Opposite the chap who owns a posh retail chain in the UK, who’s apartment I wish I’d taken a picture of yesterday. It it seems empty now, but has previously been lit up with colour-shifting LEDs but in a very tastefully done manner imho!

Game over for today. No clouds at all again. Lots of good people met. Great food, relaxed atmosphere.

Tomorrow will (and without wishing to disappoint this may be a trajectory) likely be a quieter one. May just leave the apartment to get up the Babadag cable car to the summit & watch someone throw themselves over a mountainside and then throw their breakfast over a hotel pool complex. You never know!

Until tomorrow!

Day 2 – Bidet & B’Night

Usual C. J. Airey Senior start to a holiday, with almost zero sleep. I swear it’s because Charlie is the Yang to my Hypnos Ying, with him able to sleep 14h a day! The closer our proximity the stronger the insomnia effect.

Dawn towards Olu from Ovacik

Benefits to it however, were:

1. I had a ‘Number 2’ & abluted for the first time here. Not unexpected in its own right, but the ‘clean up’ afterwards was from revolution to revelation! Skipping the toilet roll phase, I remained fully seated & used the right-hand tap.

After a minute of pressure-washing my ring and surrounding lowlands, 3 small sheets of bog roll, a drying dab or two and clean as a whistle!

Impossible for me to now understand how we don’t have this feature as standard in the UK!

2. I faintly heard the 5:30am Güneş Ezan (pre-sunrise prayer calls), which was quite relaxing actually, and a gentle reminder to be respectful of the people & their belief.

3. I got up, put some shorts on, went downstairs, out onto the big balcony (it’s big!), flopped into and across the big beanbags & dozed in the 24C dawn & watched the sun come up over the mountains.

Time passed. More time passed. The boss hadn’t doled out any TLira, so wasn’t sure it was worth an early trip to the local (mini)Market.

Instead, I donned the Speedos, then donned swim shorts, and given no-one else was up, so I couldn’t offend them, I headed down to “our pool”, which as I understand, has recently been upgraded to include a DJ booth, fridge, glass wash facilites & as I discovered, some of the loveliest beer mats.

Cool, but refreshing! Not the pool, the Baileys Birthday Cake liqueur that I had been encouraged to try. A teaspoon full was had, to be clear – it was only 8am, I’m not an animal you know! It really does do it’s job – it tastes of a Jammy Victoria sponge with icing on!

The pool happened to give off the same vibe though – a few strokes & I felt alive!

I then started reading a physical book, something I’ve not done in a while, with my last read being the very enjoyable Kindle version of The Twelfth Man, by the venerable Howard Hockin.

This physical book though…it’s been staring me down since Jane bought it me. ‘End to End’ by Paul Jones is a book about an ex-head teachers attempt on a Lands End to John O’Groats record attempt. 15 pages in, and it’s already punching mental buttons. I think I’m still suffering LEJOG-PTSD. See earlier blog posts from 2012, if you’re a real masochist for ‘holiday diaries’.

Finally Mrs A stirred, a full 5 hours after I first got up. Operation ‘Recon’ went into full pelt, leveraging off my 3 hours of googling info and geotagging all of our recommended bars & restaurants. If only I had a spreadsheet setup so I could plot average walk times, based on local altitude & temperature!

Jane & I had a really nice, albeit hot walk down the main Ataturk Cd. road, heading towards Hisarönü & Oludeniz. Immediately noticeable how friendly people are here. I know the shop staff have a job to do in terms of selling their services, but nothing pushy, and more just a welcoming smile and or wave.

One required stop was to see the very charismatic Mr Dongle, who explained he was sure that Jane would like to rent his black dongle whist on holiday. Unlimited data later for the next 13 days, and that’s Charlie & Jane now sorted whilst we’re out and about.

Once you get down into Hisarönü as the road splits, there’s puerile humour of sorts to be found in the shop names – Harrools, Mark Spengler, Adli, Sainsdurys or other such name twists.

This is where the grey/somewhat dodge clothing, shoes & bags can be bought. An area that Charlie will investigate further I suspect whilst we’re here. Pretty sure he’ll have his head turned by the BayRan sunglasses or the Air Gordon trainers…

At 3.6km of walking later and we succumbed to the heat, grabbing a Taksi back up to near the Apartment, and stopping off at the ÇEŞ Market just down the road. We took the lighter stuff, but they delivered the heavy stuff (water, “Orijinal Tat” Cokes etc) to our apartment later in the afternoon. All good!

Rest of the afternoon was spent by the spotlessly clean pool, sunbathing and cooling off. Repeat to fade.

Eventually, it was back inside, cool showers & freshen ups before we headed to the nearby Shiraz Restaurant for tea (& a beer).

[In advance of ordering, I’m expecting Charlie to find, then order the biggest, most expensive steak, then end up getting meat sweats and not finishing it, as a side bet].

Was great to be served by Suat, a friend of Gareth’s, who was incredibly welcoming. Charlie did pick a steak, but not the massive T-Bone, and did leave some of his chips, but in the main, did well.

Pegasus Steak – lovely!

Jane and I had mozzarella sticks and breaded crab claw to start, and both had the mixed (chicken & lamb) Turkish Shish kebabs. Bloody lovely!

A couple of Tuborg Golds, for me, and non-drinking Jane even had a (very strong) pink gin & tonic. Which led me to tell Charlie that the next thing you know, she’ll be impersonating ‘Tits Out Jackie’ from City.

Back to the apartment, sat on the balcony, with a slab of beer now installed in the fridge & cooling. The view at night from our main balcony, down towards Oludeniz is great!

I reckon after today, it’ll be another slow start, but with the aim of heading down to Olu for lunch, then a bit of time around the beach & Blue Lagoon, before eating out somewhere for tea. But who knows!

So for now, I bid you ‘İyi geceler’!

Day 1 – Turkiye Supper

A leisurely start this morning, readying ourselves for the 11:30am taxi to the Airport, involved “ditching the dog”.

The worst part of going away is watching Toby getting stressy as he realises there’s something afoot. Hopefully he’ll be ok, once he realises he’s also on his holidays, having a sleepover with his mates Denbeigh & Sadie across the road.

The look on Anthony’s face when Jane left a ‘birthday bag’ and explained it was for Toby, as he turns 7 whilst we are away. The bag contains some doggie treats for him and his buddies.

Sammi arrived on time in his Prius, and a few minutes later, we were checking in our bags at EasyJet, Terminal 1. We’d already had an update from EasyJet saying the flight was delayed by half an hour, which is better than a cancellation, given what’s been going on over the last few weeks.

After the chaos & disruption that’s been occurring at Manchester, we weren’t sure what to expect, but as it turned out, we breezed through a relatively quiet security area & ended up through & in the concourse within about 30 minutes.

A nip to Duty Free to buy a bottle of Red for our soon-to-be neighbour, Mustafa & then into the concourse for some Fanny’s (Kebabs).

Actually, we didn’t end up eating the Fanny’s, instead plumping for a veggie breakfast, two chicken burgers, and three drinks – all for the princely sum of just over £60! Whilst the service was slow (over half hour wait), it was a good job that the food was actually really good, & a decent portion size.

Next stop, Gate 3D & boarding our Airbus A320. Some shambolic boarding ensued due to a lady who decided to sit where she pleased rather than her allocated seat, and being asked to move, kicked up a fuss as she was now away from her hand luggage which had been stored a few rows back.

Pushback at 2:40, and out via 24-Right, over Ashley/Mobberley, through the steel grey clouds, and into the Blue at just after 3pm.

An hour later Bag Lady kicked up a fuss again, getting her travel bag out of the overhead locker & putting it between her legs at her window seat, causing a combination of disruption and entertainment for us & the other nearby passengers. It took around 3 minutes before the Head Stewardess explained it couldn’t be left there as it was a safety hazard. Begrudgingly, she put it back in the overheads after bartering for a space that was 4ft from to her seat as opposed to the previous 6ft, breaking her nail & then kicking up a fuss for Nail Repair glue!

Otherwise it was a great flight! It’s around a 4 hour flight from Manchester to Dalaman, and with wonderful clear skies, it meant a decent bit of watching the world fly by.

We’ve been really lucky with this holiday, having been able to use a friends Apartment in Ovacik, Turkey, a place and a country we’ve never been to before. Noz has been amazingly generous with his time & knowledge, having not only left us with pages of maps, lists of bars, restaurants, beers, beaches & other such recommendations, he’s even pre-arranged the Airport transfers us.

Arriving at Dalaman, we switched from Manchesters 17C afternoon to a balmy 27C Turkish evening. Bags collected, we made our way down to Blue Lagoon Transfers to meet up with our Driver.

It’s just shy of an hour transfer door to door, as we got our first (in the dark) look at the “Turkish Riviera”/Muğla region & head off up the valley towards Fethiye, then Ovacik.

Arriving at the apartment, we were greeted by the neighbourhood dog & the apartments Goat (No, not greatest of all time, an actual goat)!

Following Noz’s very sensible advice we followed his “4 B’s” instruction – boiler on, bedroom choice, balcony & then beer!

Oh, I’m now officially the furthest East I’ve ever been, having really only headed West for previous holidays!

Tomorrow? Well, we’ll orient ourselves and have a wander down through Ovacik to Hisarönü, maybe down to Oludeniz & see what takes our fancy! That’s assuming we can coax Charlie out of his bed!

Yarın görüşürüz, as they say!