Reading Instructions: Buy a punnet of figs from Woolies and
allow to ripen. Zest some lemon and orange and then find a cool corner of the
garden. Now close your eyes and listen to the sea gently lapping at the shore.
Wonderful isn’t it…………
Sitting in the cool shaded garden among the orange and
pomegranate trees enjoying a Mediterranean breakfast of olives, sun ripened
tomatoes, cucumber and salty white cheese, I quickly forgot my bad nights
sleep. All too quickly it was time to hit the road again.
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| Across the bay to Demre. |
Along the way we searched unsuccessfully for St Nicholas
Church near Demre. We settle for a stroll to the heads of the tiny harbour,
filled with yachts of various flags. Why anyone would moor in town when there
are so many protected little coves along the coast is anyone’s guess.
We ate lunch on the roof top terrace, cooled by the gentle
sea breeze while overlooking the bay of Kekova.
One of Turkeys wealthiest families
have used their fortune to prevent development from spoiling this village.
We chartered a small boat captained by a craggy faced, sun
bronzed Turk, who told us English is very good, good baksheesh. I suppose he is
right, we ended up paying not only his inflated price but a tip as well.
A series of devastating earthquakes in the 2nd
century AD, resulted in the ancient city of Simena being submerged below the
sea. You can clearly make out the foundations and walls in the shallower
waters.
We drop anchor for a cooling dip in the blue water.
Across the
bay a well-preserved crusader fortress holds a commanding position.
It’s a short hop to Kas, a touristy village with a friendly laid-back
vibe. Our pension for the night was perched on the side of a steep cliff
overlooking the bay. We enjoyed the view for a while, but we were dead to the
world by 8.
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