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  • Day12

    The twice daily train from Izmir to Bandirma Port, known as the Eylül Express, left punctually at 14.00. The term Express was a bit of a misnomer as it trundled along so slowly at times that it might have been quicker walking along its single track. The train however was modern and air-conditioned, and I was glad I had made a free seat reservation as it was extremely busy. Relaxing with a welcome cup of chai from the trolley, the silence was broken by the wailing of 3 toddlers who appeared to take it in turns to scream at the top of their voices, much to the delight of their families, especially one granny, who beamed with delight every time one of them let go with a particularly prolonged outburst. Ah well, it’s only a 7 hour journey, I consoled myself. Two of the babies got off (with their parents) after 3 hours, but shock horror, another 3 got on! What is this - a baby boom? Is the telly so bad in Turkey? I searched my emergency medical kit: paracetamol, Diocalm, Ex-Lax - but no sign of Calpol or even Nurse Harvey’s Gripe Mixture. Lesson learned - be better prepared.

    The scenery was pleasant if unspectacular, and the Turkish countryside was lined with olive orchards for much of the way, with minarets dotting the villages and towns we passed through. The sun was beating down and it was nice to enjoy the cool of the carriage. In spite of the modern comfortable seating accommodation, the loo on the train was another story - literally a hole in the floor for squatting. I was wishing I had purchased one of the pads displayed on the mannequin in the pharmacy outside the station (see photo).

    What’s this? Only five hours after departure and all the little tots have dropped off to sleep. Bless the little darlings, they’re no bother at all.

    On arrival at its northern terminus at Bandirma, I made my way just across the street to the Panderma Port Hotel, an old inn full of character with a large double room facing the front. The interior was dimly lit and the colour scheme was from the 1970s - all browns and creams with illumination coming from 40 Watt bulbs. I could scarcely see the keyhole to my room in the dimness, but the fact I still had my sunglasses on didn’t help. I was pleased to see a late night café still open and made my way there, only to realise that 100 yards (or is it metres?) along the street there was a huge Blackpool-like resort waiting to be enjoyed. A sizeable funfair opened onto a veritable sea of attractions - side shows, candy floss stalls, tattoo parlours, outdoor theatres, hotels and literally hundreds of eating places. There was even an illuminated suspension bridge. The place was thronged with thousands of people all out enjoying themselves. For the first time on my trip I felt a bit out of place - you need company to enjoy funfairs and the like. Young people were queuing up to buy food from takeaway stalls - barbecued corn on the cob and what looked like pickled cucumbers.

    I opted for the safer option of a McDonald’s. Sitting outside people-watching in the still warm evening air, I watched four girls at a table in front of me, all made up to the nines, wearing the best designer gear, showing each other YouTube clips on their top of the range mobile phones, and generally having a good laugh. They got up and left without clearing their table. Seconds later two teenage boys came over and appeared to start clearing up. However they were actually emptying the leftovers of the fries into a packet each, and the dregs of the soft drinks into a cup each and made off with their complimentary Happy Meal. An old lady, heavily wrinkled and stooped with age berated them, waving her stick and shouting something unintelligible. She then sat at the table and proceeded to pick at the remaining scraps left by the young vultures. They had beat her to it. Such an illustration of wealth and poverty at one table in the space of five minutes.

    In the centre of it all, amidst the noise and hustle and bustle of the crowd, the Crier called the faithful to prayer from his minaret, high above the Sodom and Gomorrah scene below. The amplified sound was deafening.

    My comfortable stay at the Panderma Port included a substantial breakfast, all for £27. The three friendly waitresses rushed to greet me, the only diner in a room which was set for 50. ‘You would like an omelette?’ the eldest one said ‘with eggs and cheese?’ Well certainly with eggs I thought. ‘And what about some cheeses? This one is my favourite - and this one too’. By this time my plate was groaning with several large cubes of identical looking (and tasting) white cheese. When I returned to my table the omelette had arrived, complete with eggs and cheese, and tasted delicious. Some Turkish tea arrived in one of the fine fluted glasses I had become accustomed to, and which at home might be used to display small bunches of freesia. This version was very strong like Builder’s Tea, and tasted as if it had been stewing in a can for a fortnight. I gulped it down quickly and went back to the buffet for baklava, returning to see my Builder’s Tea being replenished with a smile.

    Thus fortified, I made my way to the IDO Ferry for the 10.00 sailing across the Sea of Marmara to Istanbul. What a great way to arrive in this grand city. I made my way to my hotel - the Senator, only to discover it had been taken over by Holiday Inn. It had all been refurbished and the room was terrific. I headed off to see the Grand Bazaar which I had missed on my last visit as it was closed. What an amazing place! Then a walk to the Sultanahmet area and a visit to see the Blue Mosque and the ginormous Hagia Sophia. Although both still magnificent, there was a lot of renovation work going on. Took one of Istanbul’s clean, efficient trams to the Galata Bridge and had fish for dinner in one of the many seafood restaurants. It was a lovely sunny evening and I enjoyed looking over the Golden Horn and the Bosphorus where numerous ferries plied their way back and forth. I’ll maybe pop over to Asia for lunch tomorrow.

    I discovered my hotel had a Hamam (Turkish Bath) available, and I took advantage of it to rejuvenate myself after walking about the hot streets all day. Bliss…
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  • Day10

    Izmir, Turkey

    June 13 in Turkey

    The short crossing from Mytilene, Lesbos, Greece to Ayvalik, Turkey took only 1.5 hours and it was a beautiful warm sunny early evening for the sailing. On arrival at Passport Control in Turkey however I was advised I had to pay 25 Euros for a Visa. ‘Now you can be in Turkey for 3 months’ an Immigration Official told me, even although I had already told him I would only be here for 3 days. ‘Yes, that’s correct, 3 months’ he insisted.

    I was a bit panicky that with the later crossing, it might be hard to get to my next destination, Izmir, by public transport, and I knew there was no rail connection. I caught a local bus to the bus station just in time to catch the 20.15 express coach to Izmir. This turned out to be quite the luxury coach with reclining seats, airline-style at-seat video screens, and complimentary refreshments on the 2.5 hour trip. And all this for the princely sum of £4.90. It was just like the Megabus Gold to Aberdeen (minus the tablet). Izmir is a huge city of 3 million inhabitants, and the Coach Station was somewhere on the outskirts. I was about to take a taxi but the helpful transport officer told me there was a free connection to the old town, some distance away, and I was even dropped off right at my hotel.

    Given the excellent value in Turkey, I had decided to splash out on the 5 star Renaissance Hotel Izmir. It is one of the best hotels I have stayed in. My room was almost a suite with separate bathroom and shower rooms - a far cry from my cell at the Clink in London. I chilled out with a glass of Merlot on the rooftop bar surrounded by the lights of the city. The breakfast was terrific, 2nd only to the Intercontinental Hotel in Singapore (courtesy of Mr Super Kenny tours!).

    In spite of my late night, I got up early to explore some of the sights of the old city, all within walking distance of the hotel. The impressive Smyrna Agora from Roman times; the old Bazaar selling everything from fruit, veg, fish and meat (including pigs trotters - sorry, Betty) to costumes which would look great in Aladdin; and the elegant Clock Tower, emblem of the city.

    Back at the hotel, there was time for a rejuvenating swim in the pool before heading off, all to soon, to catch the train to Bandirma port. Izmir surprised and is well worth a visit.
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  • Day125

    Among like-minded people

    December 29, 2016 in Turkey

    German Version and more photos on www.cyclingfornepal.com

    Since my last entry, a lot of time has passed. You're probably wondering where I am right now! More on that later.

    After my arrival in Turkey, I began to reflect the previous journey. I had been traveling for about 80 days. 65 days I was on the bike. As with any type of travel, traveling by bike has its advantages and disadvantages. One of the advantages is surely the sporty aspect, the kilometers traveled driven by their own strength, the constant proximity to nature and the quick contact with locals, who stop you out of curiosity on the roadside.

    In spite of the hardships that often accompany you, I still believe that traveling by bicycle is the ideal pace to get to know a country and its culture. Nevertheless, there is a big drawback, which always catches me: the lack of social contact to like-minded people. The journey has been so far as I had imagined. Cycling lonely mountain roads, set up the tent under the stars, and find proximity to the locals.

    Nevertheless, I realized that I am not happy with the current situation and must change something. So it was on the time to slow down the pace and find like-minded people. Where do I best meet them? Either you meet somebody by chance at the supermarket, like Ruggero and Brian, with whom I cycled together through Greece or you do not leave it to chance and stay in a hostel.

    After arriving in Fethyie I checked into the hostel "El Camino". It was low season and not busy. But I immediately got to know some people, including Marc. He had given up his job in July, packed his backpack, and took an plane to Greece. There he had spent almost three months before he went on to Turkey. Marc does not have a precise schedule, just an approximate goal: Japan. Marc also writes a blog, which is worth reading: www.schillis-roadbook.com. The next day, we decided to make a hike though a canyon, which became more adventurous than expected. This should not be our last joint venture.

    In the evening I met a young couple in the hostel. I told them about the trip and the fundraising. As coincidence has brought us togehter, they were still looking for a way to make a donation for a good cause. They quickly picked up their laptop and immediately gave a donation to "Cycling for Nepal". Chapeu!

    Actually, I wanted to take the pace out of the trip, but I was little under time pressure, as I would meet my father in Antalya three days later. So I had to start the next day again. But before I made a paragliding flight on recommendation from Marc on a nearby bay. Afterwards, I went back to the bike with a stiff stomach, but it was an unforgettable experience.

    I would have liked to stay longer in Fethiye, but I was also looking forward to see my dad. After a three-day trip along the coast, I arrived in Antalya in the evening. A short time later also my dad reached the hotel and the joy of the reunion was very big. We had a lot to talk about, enjoyed the sunny weather and looked at the city. Of course, a bit of action could not be missed. So we did a rafting trip in the nearby national park, which also joined Marc, who had also arrived in Antalya. After a week, it was time to say good-bye. Thank you Franky for coming.

    Marc and I had already made new travel plans: First we wanted to stay at the small village of Olympos and then continue to Geyikbayiri, the hot spot for all sports climbers who want to escape the winter. Olympos is a small ancient city on the east coast, about 70 km from Antalya. Besides historical ruins, the picturesque location by the sea and the cabin-villages giving the town a special flair. In the summer, festive backpackers from all over the world meet here to celebrate and dance together in the surrounding cabin-villages. On recommendation from other travelers we stayed at Kadirs Tree House.

    Due to the low season we were only a group of 20 people, but we enjoyed the relaxed and quiet atmosphere. In the high season, up to 300 backpackers make their way to the Kadirs Treehouse. Olympos also has a lot of activities to offer. So Marc and I took a kayak tour along the coast and went climbing in the surrounding rock faces.

    The great thing about hostels is that you quickly meet like-minded people from all over the world, who like to travel and are open to any activities. Among them were Dave, Helene, Simon, Marija, Deniz and many others. Over time, we all got along so well that it was difficult for us to move on to Geyikbayiri.

    Before we went on, of course, we had to look at the nearby main attraction: the Flame Mountain. With Marc's Guitarlele (quote Marc: Guitarlele = When a guitar and ukulele have sex) on the back, we set off late in the evening to the Flame Mountain. At first we were all still somewhat skeptical, but when we arrived we were totally from the stool. There were flames coming from the ground, without smoke. We made it around a fire place and Marc played his best campfire songs.

    It was a great ending of an outstanding time. Next stop was Geyikbayiri. But Marc and I were not moving on alone. Dave quickly reversed his flight and joined us. Simon and Marija also came along. With a packed car we drove on to the one-hour distant, Geyikbayiri.

    Geybairi is a world-famous climbing spot. Especially due to the warm temperatures between 20 and 25 celcius, the area is ideal for climbing. There are 5 climbing camps, where you can either pitch your tent or rent a cabin / caravan. Marc and Dave moved into a hut, and I pitched my tent. The area is extensively developed with routes and it never gets boring.

    I had climbed a lot during my sports studies, which was 5 years ago. Even though it was a few years back, I had already licked blood again in Olympos. Our days were quite simple: food, climbing and relaxing. Everyone had his projects. The motivation increased even more as soon as one had completed his project.

    You could get used to the lifestyle, but unfortunately it was time for our paths to separate. Marc had to go to Ankara to look after the visa for Iran (he has now arrived in Tehran / Iran). Dave, Simon and Marija have flown back to Innsbruck/ Austria. I had a memorable time in Turkey and have made great friendships. Through these beautiful encounters I had fulfilled my plan to find like-minded people.

    My original plan to travel through Georgia was no longer a question. It had already snowed. In thought of my homeland, I thought of a very special person who I wanted to see very bad. So I decided to fly to Munich.

    Of course the journey is not finished, because Kagate in Nepal is still my goal, which I am looking forward to. By the way, the school building in Kagate makes significant progress (Photo).

    How are things going on now:
    On January 10th I fly to Dubai to visit a friend. A week later I continue to Sri Lanka. There I will try to work on my surfing skills.

    I would like to thank all the supporters who have shaped the donation project and the journey so successfully. Thanks to your great help, this donation project is realizable.

    I sincerely wish all the like-minded a Merry Christmas and a good start to the new year.

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  • Day861

    The Big Turkish Wedding

    April 7 in Turkey

    So the day has arrived and I don’t even know what time the wedding is so hopefully Mustafa hasn’t forgotten about me. I take breakfast early and make my way to the shop downstairs to buy a throw top put over my shoulders and my head if needed. I should have done this yesterday as they only have carvalla or Chanel cashmere and silk and they want 100 euros for it. I pretend he hasn’t the colour I want. I google map for a local mall and it informs me there’s one 15 minutes away so map in hand I set off. The route takes me a strange way and I end up walking through a factory yard with some unforgiving stairs but carry on with a smile on my face saying marahaba which means hello. Eventually I arrive at the destination but no mall in sight just a few random local shops, but there is one that sells scarves/ throws and they’re only 2 quid. I purchase a couple it would be rude not to and make my way back to the hotel when Mustafa calls to say his friend Ahmet will pick me up at 2pm I jump in the shower and get myself ready a little unsure what I’m wearing is correct but I look ok and I’ll worry about it when I need to . Ahmet is fashionably late but that’s just the way it is here due to the traffic. Thankfully Ahmet speaks fluent English and when we arrive at the home it’s pandemonium so he suggests going for tea. We sit in a little bar around the corner and to my surprise a short while after Mustafa walks in looking petrified. I give him a mummy cuddle and tell him to take deep breaths I even offer him a cigarette but he refuses. As he disappears in the distance we can hear the sound of drums and after finishing our tea we make our way down to the house. There is quite a crowd gathered and I’m introduced to multiple members of the family, how I’m going to remember their names is beyond me.
    The drums start getting louder and as they come up the hill they are followed by traditional Turkish dancers who are similar to the English version of Morris dancers, they dance in the street to the music being played by the pope and drums and have a hankerchief/cloth in their hand. The music and the drums play for about 10 minutes before Mustafa suddenly appears being driven bu his brother. Everyone runs to their cars and we all follow in a large procession heading towards Elifs house. All the cars are adorned with a ribbon and has we drive through the streets everyone beeps their horns intermittently for the whole 15 minute journey. We arrive at Elifs who conveniently lives opposite a mosque. Before collecting his bride Mustafa and his male family head into the mosque to pray while we are entertained by the dancers. The boys and I hide around the corner so we can have a cigarette and after 30 minutes Mustafa is ready to take his bride.
    The street is in chaos as people are hanging out of the tower building to catch a glimpse of the bird but the whole road is held up as the dancers continue to dance in the middle of the street. As they come down prayers are offered and were on the road again - convoy has nothing on a Turkish wedding. The traffic is really busy and it takes us over an hour before we actually arrive at the venue which is decorated by huge flower displays sent by multiple companies and banks which stand in the foyer as well as outside. The two sides of the family stand either side greeting the guests but the bride and groom are absent.
    Ahmet has driven well and we are some of the first guests to arrive so we’re seated quite quickly in a room that must have taken so much to plan with over 25 pages of seating plans. All the names are in alphabetical order and although I’m not meant to be with Ahmed and Mohammed they tell me I should sit with them. We are all hungry and attack the bread rolls like we haven’t been fed for days.
    The venue is breathtaking with tables beautifully decorated and in the centre of the room a platform on one side decorated with beautiful flowers two chairs and a table and stage on the other with a band playing turKish music, a huge boom video camera overlooks all the proceedings recording the images to screens throughout the room. A photographer moves throughout the room taking pictures. The starters are put out on the tables as the guests sit down as there are a lot of tables to cover it really is seamless. Mustafas dad takes to the stage and gives the only speech of the night the lights go down and the music plays and the bride and groom enter the room pyrotechnic fountains start flowing and the couple make theyre way down the red carpet. Taking a seat at they’re table they sign a register and take they’re vows. Once all the formal stuff is done it’s time for the photos. They both look really tired at this point but still have so much to do as they go around every table to greet their guests everybody wants a picture and a little chat and after an hour or more they are still meeting and greeting, her bridesmaid follows behind with a basket in which gold coins with red ribbons attached are placed in the basket which was traditional as the men who went to war if anything happened to them the bride had the gold to take care of her financially, There is no dancing until the very end of the night when various groups of men took to the stage from very young to very old dancing to each song slowly first then building with speed at each verse. It’s time to head back and after saying goodbye to the remaining guests the boys drop me to my hotel .
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  • Day38

    Tag 39: Ein "buntes" Leben

    July 20, 2017 in Turkey

    Vierzehn Tage Urlaub zu Zweit neigen sich dem Ende - heute Abend fliegt Susi wieder zurück nach Deutschland. Den letzten gemeinsamen Tag verbringen wir einmal mehr im Leymona Beach Club - mein bevorzugter Ort für "fließende Gedanken" ;-). Seit etwas über zwei Jahren sind wir nun zusammen und haben definitiv einen der 2015 gefassten Vorsätze mit Bravour umgesetzt. Um es mit Susi's Worten zu formulieren: "Ein Buntes Leben". Der Tristes des Alltags mit aller Energie entgegen zu treten, war damals das erklärte Ziel, zur Verfügung stehende Freizeit konsequent zu nutzen um zusammen viele Erinnerungen zu schaffen, der gemeinsame Wunsch. Gut gemacht Susi und Klaus würde ich Mal sagen. In der kurzen Zeit war der aktuelle Urlaub in "Kas" unsere neunte Flugreise und.......es stehen ja noch weitere spannende Unternehmungen für dieses Jahr an. Eine riesige Reiselust und große Neugierde auf die Welt treibt uns an - Gesundheit und Bonität vorausgesetzt - soll es auch die kommenden Jahre so weitergehen. Auf ein spannendes und "Buntes Leben" - Inshallah!Read more

  • Day39

    Tag 40: "Ev Yemekleri" in Kas

    July 21, 2017 in Turkey

    In "Kas" gibt es unzählige Restaurants mit einem riesigen Angebot an nationalen und internationalen Speisen. Viele davon ( vor allem in der pittoresken Altstadt ) bestechen durch ihre reizvolle Lage und die liebevolle Einrichtung. Allein die "Altstadt-Küche" wäre einen kulinarischen Reiseführer wert ( sicherlich von großem Interesse für Daniela - vielen Dank an dieser Stelle für deine Begeisterung an meinem Reiseblog :-). Aber,.......der heutige Bericht soll sich der bodenständigen und "einfachen" türkischen Küche widmen. Es ist dabei wichtig zu wissen, das rund 90% der Touristen die "Kas" besuchen, aus dem eigenen Land stammen. So lässt sich auch ein Stück weit erklären, daß Homecooking ( auf Türkisch "Ev Yemekleri" ) hier vor Ort so beliebt ist. Gegessen wird wie bei "Muttern", denn oft stehen die Eigentümer selbst in den Küchen ihrer Restaurants und zaubern dort am Herd, was die saisonalen Produkte ermöglichen. Den Gästen werden "einfache", aber sehr schmackhafte Gerichte angeboten. Meistens gibt es auch Speisekarten in den kleinen Restaurants, die mich manchmal an Garküchen in Thailand erinnern, es ist aber immer von Vorteil, einfach in die vielen Töpfe zu schauen. Die brodeln vor sich her und verbreiten einen verführerischen Duft. Wer bisher nur Appetit hatte, bekommt spätestens jetzt Hunger. Die Gäste können sich verschiedenste Speisen aus den Töpfen aussuchen und bekommen diese dann nach und nach am Tisch serviert. Es ist immer lohnenswert, in der Türkei nach kleinen Restaurants zu schauen, die mit "Ev Yemekleri" werben. "Afiyet olsun" - Guten Appetit"!Read more

  • Day46

    Tag 47: Abschied nehmen

    July 28, 2017 in Turkey

    Wie können fast sieben Wochen nur so schnell vergehen? Zeit, langsam Abschied zu nehmen - auch vom "Leymona Beach Club", in dem ich gerade bei einem Cay, noch einmal den wunderschönen Blick über das Meer nach "Kastellorizo" genieße. Was war das nur für eine schöne Zeit? Meine Dankbarkeit ist riesengroß für die tollen neuen Eindrücke, die kleinen und großen Abenteuer, dafür daß jeder Tag ein Erlebnis war und das die "Blauen Augen" an unseren Rucksäcken alle auf der Reise beschützt haben. Eine ganz wunderbare Erfahrung waren vor allem die vielen liebenswerten und gastfreundlichen Menschen. Hoffentlich bleiben die spannenden Erlebnisse und die gemeinsame Zeit mit Jessi und Jo auf dem Lykischen Weg kein einmaliges Erlebnis - vielleicht ist ja das nächste Mal auch Susi mit dabei! Danke, daß ihr mich mein "Buntes Leben" leben lässt - ihr mich so nehmt wie ich bin. Das bei euch kein Verstellen oder Verdrehen nötigt ist, erfüllt mich mit Glück - Danke, daß es euch gibt! Zurück im Alltag wird so vieles aus den letzten Wochen fehlen - aber ich kann auch eben soviel mitnehmen! Vor allem die Zufriedenheit die bei alltäglichen, einfachen Dingen ( spontan erinnere ich mich an unsere strahlenden Gesichter, als nach stundenlangem Marsch endlich die "Fatma Pension" in Bel erreicht wurde, oder die Begeisterung, die ein Brunnen mit kühlem Wasser an einem heißen Tag auszulösen vermag ) zu spüren ist, aber auch die Freude am Teilen, das täglich auf dem Tauchboot gelebt wurde, wenn sich jeder etwas von dem vorhandenen Essen nehmen konnte. Die Ruhe, das Licht und die spannenden Momente in der wunderschönen Natur während der Wanderung - das freundliche, respektvolle und herzliche Miteinander der gastfreundlichen Menschen. "Meine" Türkische Familie und die netten Gespräche mit ihnen werden genauso fehlen, wie die unterschiedlichen Blautöne des glasklaren Meeres. Sogar die täglichen Aufrufe zum Gebet ( auch wenn der Muezzin in "Kas" manchmal grausam schlecht gesungen hat :-). Die Sonne, das Wasser und der Wind auf meiner Haut, ebenso die vielen Meeresschildkröten. Den Premium-Ayran und das Ekmek Köfte vom "Atomic Grill" genauso, wie ab und zu ein Tahinli ( süße Sesamschneckennudel ). Aber vor allem wird mir das Gefühl von Unbeschwertheit und Freiheit fehlen. In den letzten Wochen konnte ich "loslassen" und fernab vom Alltag das Leben genießen, neue Freundschaften knüpfen, wieder besser schlafen und viel Energie tanken. Was braucht das Leben sonst noch? Alles was wirklich wichtig ist, war "var"!Read more

  • Day20

    Tag 21: Wild Camping in Kas

    July 2, 2017 in Turkey

    Als wir letzte Woche auf dem Weg in den "Leymona Beach Club" das Amphitheater von "Kas" besuchten, fiel mir vor der historischen Stätte ein großes, bewaldetes Grundstück direkt am Meer auf. Da die Campingplätze in "Kas" ein ganzes Stück außerhalb liegen, auf diesem Grundstück ( das Gelände des ehemaligen Krankenhauses ) aber ebenso Zelte standen, fragte ich einen der Camper, ob das Übernachten hier geduldet wird. Da der junge Mann mir versicherte, das dem so ist, baute ich dort bereits gestern Vormittag mein Zelt zwischen zwei schattenspendenden Bäumen auf. Mit meinem neuen "Eigenheim" bin ich sehr zufrieden - die "Nachbarschaft" ist in Ordnung und hat direkten Meerblick! Unter all den jungen Menschen bin ich natürlich der Büjük Baba ( Großvater ), trotzdem ( oder vielleicht gerade deshalb ) begrüßten mich die "Kinders" herzlich im Kreise der Wildcamper. Nachdem das Kulturfest am Hafen ( 500 Meter entfernt ) gegen Mitternacht vorbei war - mit Musik so laut, daß man meinte die Bassbox steht im Zelt nebenan, konnte ich dann endlich einschlafen. Der "übermotivierte" und ebenso sehr laute Aufruf des Muezzins zum Morgengebet um Nullfünfhundert ( da kommt der Navy Seal wieder durch ) hatte eine kurze Unterbrechung zur Folge......aber danach fuhr der Bus nochmal für drei Stunden ins Traumland. Fazit: Der Einsatz war erfolgreich :-)! Noch eine "wichtige" Info als Nachtrag: Durch Zufall entdeckte ich heute, versteckt in einer Gasse, ein tolles kleines Cafe und habe beschlossen, dort Stammgast zu werden.Read more

  • Day7

    Ein Vormittag in Instanbul....mit Jessi

    December 10, 2017 in Turkey

    Mittlerweile haben meine Tage einen sehr angenehmen Rhythmus bekommen. Leider regnet es heute Vormittag ( voraussichtlich aber nur bis 12.00 Uhr ) und so verzichte ich auf den liebgewonnen Morgenspaziergang und bleibe im Gästehaus - die Reisetasche muß eh noch für den morgigen Heimflug gepackt werden. Gerade stelle ich mir vor, wie denn so ein typischer Vormittag in Istanbul mit Jessi ausgesehen hätte. Natürlich ist das nur eine fiktive Geschichte - jede Ähnlichkeit mit lebenden oder blablabla etc! Zur Jahreszeit passend.....eine Art "Orientalische Weihnachtsgeschichte":
    Es sind schon knapp drei Stunden vergangen, seit der Muezzin zum Morgengebet aufgerufen hat. Kurz vor 9.00 Uhr sitze ich am Frühstückstisch und blicke auf den Bosporus. Es ist heute sehr windig - mit weißer Gischt schlagen die Wellen der Meerenge an die Ufer. "Morgii" höre ich es plötzlich neben mir - ein kleines Wunder, Jessi ist tatsächlich schon wach - das hätte ich nicht erwartet! Obwohl, wach ist die falsche Beschreibung - anwesend passt da schon besser - der Gesichtsausdruck meiner Tochter sagt eher Nachtii! "Na du, gut geschlafen"? antworte ich - "Mogsch mr, kannsch net zeigä"? Unser übliches Vater / Tochter Geplapper welches eh niemand versteht, der uns nicht kennt. Es wird Zeit, sich wieder meinem Frühstück zuzuwenden und die Kommunikation für's Erste einzustellen - Jessis genervter Gesichtsausdruck macht dies unmißverständlich klar. Der Aufbruch zum geplanten Spaziergang inklusive Shopping auf dem "Ägyptischen Basar" wird sich, so meine Erschätzing um kurz nach 9.30 Uhr, auf jeden Fall verzögern - es stehen noch wichtige Geschäfte / Bedürfnisse an, die erst vollzogen werden müssen. Jeden Morgen das gleiche Prozedere - inklusiver erfolgreicher Vollzugsmeldung! Wie im Kindergarten - ich werde noch wahnsinnig! Fast nicht zu glauben, aber eine Stunde später sind wir dann doch unterwegs. Ich leite Jessica beschwichtigend am "Arasta Basar", gleich beim Gästehaus um die Ecke liegend vorbei, lenke dabei erfolgreich mit meinem Halbwissen über die "Sultan Ahmet Moschee" von etwaigen Kaufinteressen ab und dränge sie an dem Prachtbau vor uns liegend, geschickt nach rechts in Richtung "Hagia Sophia". Auf den nächsten 500 Meter drohen keine weiteren Verzögerungen, da höchstens ein Kastanien- oder Maiskolben-Verkäufer unseren Weg kreuzen kann. Als ich den Simitverkäufer, der sich sehr geschickt hinter einem Kastanienwagen platziert hat entdecke, ist es schon zu spät! "Daaaaad" tönt es von rechts - "Schmeckiii"! OK denke ich mir, ein Sesamkringel passt immer und kaufe gleich zwei davon. Es geht weiter, jetzt sind Konzentration und Taktik angesagt, denn vor uns liegt die "gefährliche" Strecke in Richtung Fähranleger "Eminömü" - dort sind jede Menge Krimskrams Läden mit Blödsinn im Sale zu finden. Sorry, aber dazu fehlt mir heute die Geduld! Ich versuche mit geschickter Rhetorik Jessica eine "Abkürzung" schmackhaft zu machen. Sie trottet mir hinterher, aber ich glaube, daß sie den Trick bemerkt hat. Egal, noch einen Kilometer bis zum Ziel - wir liegen ganz gut in der Zeit und haben noch nichts eingekauft. Ganz klar ein erster Etappensieg für mich, aber die Schlacht ist noch nicht gewonnen! Um die nächste Ecke dann ein herber Rückschlag, der viel Zeit kosten wird! "Daaaaad" tönt es wieder neben mir "Gaiiil....Megges...Schmeckii"! Ich kapituliere - gegen Mac Donalds, bzw. Mac Café habe ich keinerlei Chancen, das hat sich dieses Frühjahr schon deutlich in Rom gezeigt. Selbstverständlich wird vor dem Kauf des beliebten Heissgetränks noch intensiv die Toilette des Schnellrestaurants genutzt - im Anschluss daran natürlich mit der gewohnt, erfolgreichen Vollzugsmeldung! Wenig später haben wir dann tatsächlich den "Gewürzbasar" erreicht. Es ist 12.35 Uhr - endlich am Ziel - obwohl, der Wahnsinn beginnt ja erst! Mal sehen wer nach dem sicherlich erfolgreichen Einkaufsevent, die meistens der "Schätze" zurück zum Gästehaus tragen darf?! Ich höre es schon wieder schallen: "Daaaaad"!
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  • Day1

    Tag 1: Die ersten Schritte.....

    June 13, 2017 in Turkey

    Nach Wochen der Planungen und Vorbereitungen ist es heute Nachmittag endlich soweit - wir fliegen von Stuttgart nach Dalaman an die Türkische Ägäis geflogen und werden dort drei Tage später, in das Abenteuer "Lykischer Wanderweg" starten. Der erste türkische Fernwanderweg ( Gesamtlänge über 500 Km ) führt von "Fethiye" nach "Antalya" und wurde 1999 offiziell eröffnet. Ein Jahr später sorgte die Britin Kate Clow durch die genaue Strecken- und Etappenbeschreibung in ihrem Buch "The Lycian Way", erstmalig für ein breites, öffentliches Interesse. Das entlang dieser Strecke häufig auf historischem Boden gewandert wird, ist jedoch bis heute den Wenigsten bekannt. Einst mühten sich vor ca. 2000 Jahren Maultier- und Kamelkarawanen zur Zeiten des "Lykischen Bundes" auf den anspruchsvollen Pfaden zwischen den Städten der antiken Förderation ab und auch "Alexander der Große" nutzte während seiner Eroberung des Lykischen Reiches im Jahre 334 n.Chr. Teile des Weges - zudem liegen über fünfzig antike Stätten direkt an der Strecke, oder in unmittelbarer Nähe. Geplant ist, vom offiziellen Start des Weges in "Ovacik" nahe des bekannten Ferienortes Fethiye, bis nach "Kas" zu wandern ( immerhin knapp 150 km ) - oder falls wir es nicht bis in die Küstenstadt schaffen sollten, eben soweit wie wir kommen! Vor allem der Weg soll das Ziel sein - wir wollen uns auf jeden Fall die Zeit nehmen die es braucht, um Land und Leute richtig kennen zu lernen und die herrliche Natur zu genießen. Angefangen in Möglingen, bis hin zum Anschlussflug von Istanbul nach Dalaman sind alle Verkehrsmittel pünktlich - auch die finale Landung in der Türkei! Nach einer weiteren Stunde Taxifahrt vom Flughafen Dalaman, erreichen wir gegen 23.00 Uhr die "Duygu Pansiyon" in Fethiye. Schnell ist klar, daß sich zur Zeit keine weiteren Gäste in der kleinen Pension aufhalten - zweifelsohne eine Folgeerscheinung der aktuellen, politischen Situation im Land, nach dem Putschversuch durch Teile des türkischen Militärs vor einem Jahr. Nach der herzlichen Begrüßung durch den gastfreundlichen Inhaber, richten wir uns in den kleinen, skurill eingerichteten Zimmern ein - zweifelsohne ist das etwas aus der Zeit gekommene Interieur das "Highlight" der Zimmer. Die himmlische Ruhe in der Pension wird uns nach der "langen" Anreise sicherlich helfen, schnell in den Schlaf zu finden - es ist bereits weit nach 01.00 Uhr, Iyi geceler ( Gute Nacht )!Read more

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