The referendum result was only just over 50% with questions being asked about the counting process which may or may not be investigated.
At 1.30am John had enough and went and asked the people in the next room to be quiet. To be fair they thought they were the only guests too. I never understand the need to speak so loudly and to move furniture in the night. Our neighbours are the same. Maybe its some sort of Feng Shui ritual.
We had a lovely breakfast, Mehmet is such a perfect host. We set off to meet Yusuf, and found him up the top of a very steep hill where lots of men we sitting outside the coffee house and a van was selling tools. It was like a different world up there, like stepping back in time.
Yusuf doesn’t speak any English but thats good as I dont often get chance to practice my Turkish. We continued up a narrow roadway and parked high up outside his grandmothers tumbledown stone house. We were somewhat surprised as he looks at least in his 60’s. Assumed it must be where she lived when still alive until he went and said hello.
We had worried about having walking boots, Yusuf had normal shoes, a shirt, jumper and a body warmer despute being 21 degrees. We set off in the direction of the monastery, clambering over dry stone walls, up the side of the mountain. The views were absolutely breathtaking and my task next week will be narrowing down which photos to keep.
The spring flowers were amazing. Yusuf insisted on picking lots of Karabaş which looks a lot like Scottish thistle. Apparently putting it in hot water and drinking lots of it lowers cholesterol. His grandmother is 86 so a good recommendation.
After the monastery the trek got harder, clambering over large boulders and then we reached a huge rock where the infamous frescoes are.
Amazing..so worth the climb. The hardest was still to come. After bigger boulders we reached a cave where there are neolithic cave paintings. A couple of kilos heavier and we wouldnt have been able to scrunch through the gap into the cave.
Then Yusuf joked that we were going to do some sport. I assume the downhill boulder clambering on your bum is a short cut. John said the whole trip was worth it to see how brave I was. He expected me to freak out and refuse a few times.
After 3 hours and an amazing experience we dropped Yusuf down to the village and felt sad to say goodbye.
We needed petrol so drove to the closest little town, Selimiye and decided to have a wander and some lunch. It was another step back in time, we were the focus of lots of staring but the streetdogs loved us. One in particular.
We decided to drive back to our little parade of roadside restaurants. The lure of the katmer was irresistable.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the Hotel and tore ourselves away from Line of Duty on catch up long enough to go for a toastie and chips and a natter with Mehmet.
We have to leave at 8.30am tomorrow morning to set off to Kusadasi to start our Greek Island Cruise and Mehmet is going to have the cay pot on early for us.