Drove a little bit further south this morning, passing by a huge mosque, then on to a big dual carriageway where a crazy man seemed to be walking around just dodging the traffic – weird.
Got into a bit of shade in a big carpark at Geyikli and Guy went to get tickets for the ferry to the island of Bozcaada just opposite. Although they were only about £2 return, we needn’t have bothered as no one checked in either direction. We were shocked at how busy it was, seems to be a very popular place with the Turks.
Apart from a castle, which we didn’t fancy in the heat of the day, and a few restaurants on the quayside, there didn’t seem to be much about, so we set off in search of a beach. Had to walk a couple of kilometres up and down hill but found a perfect little cove with nice clean sea. Just the one threatening child armed with a huge water pistol 😬and surprisingly, a huge motorhome down there! God knows how he’d made it down the steep gravel track.
After a couple of hours, we retraced our steps back to the town and discovered that we’d turned the wrong way after getting off the boat. There were many tiny streets filled with little shops and bars, even a market – we’re so good at missing stuff!
Struggling with the fact that we don’t know any Turkish ..it becomes really difficult to order a drink when you haven’t a clue what the menu says. We wanted to try the famed local wine as the grapes used here have been around for ever. The bar owner suggested we sit in the street along with a few others, then brought out a little wooden table for each party. The trouble was, every time a car came around the corner, we all had to stand up and move our tables out of the way! 😂
Got a boat back around 6pm. Van no longer in shade – could grow tomatoes in here I reckon!
