|View of the mountains surrounding Antalya from the dolmus.|
|The dolmus 'bus stop' on the side of the highway!|
|How beautiful is this!|
The tour company offices! My hair was slicked back having just gotten out of the shower and not having had time to air dry it yet.
Shortly after we left, it began raining so we all scampered from our comfy cushions above deck and hovered together in the cramped quarters below trying to escape the rain.
|The water really was exactly this gorgeous color.|
|A Turkish flag in the middle of rocks in the |
I was constantly amazed at how the crystal clear water changed color dramatically from a deep navy to a lovely shade of turquoise and then back again and again. I don’t ever remember seeing water those colors before.
I had gone with a number of the others in the small motorized dinghy to a small cove on the beach to walk in the warm waters of the Med while Steven decided to stay on board. We were told the boat would pick us up again in about 30 minutes but I think the young man in charge had little sense of time as I and others were ‘stranded’ on the beach for more before being picked up. While waiting on shore, I chatted with a charming couple who were on their honeymoon: she’s an atheist and half Finnish, half Swiss and has spent time in the tiny burg of
Steven and I spent most of the day having a great time chatting with Chris, a former F5 Fighter pilot from the US and his witty and charming wife, Ann, a midwife originally from Tasmania, Australia who left home at age 18 to go backpacking and never returned to live in her home country; they met in the Middle East and now live in Bakku, Azerbaijan with their 9 year old son, James after working all over the world. They’re in the process of trying to decide where they want to live ‘permanently’ after he retires from the
|Breakfast supplied by the hotel was enough to fortify us for the day!|
|Walking to the beach on the now much drier path.|
|Our first glimpse of the ruins from the beach.|
Remember my saying we had sucha blast traipsing throught the ruins? Well, it wasn’t such a blast though treading ever so carefully over this rickety footbridge made of large twigs!
|This scene made me think of the children's book 'Make Way for 7 Ducklings' or something like that!|
Suellen: I thought of you and Ron in terms of your love for seashells but there were none to be found, only millions of beautiful rocks in all sizes and as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Steven thought I had rocks in MY head when I began picking some especially beautiful but small ones up to bring home! I still have them but whether I’ll chuck them because of the extra weight before we get home, remains to be seen!