Taşyaka

Today, we left the city of Pamukkale and headed for Fethiye. The greatest part about the tour is that I know literally nothing about it. Each day, I wake up and see if anyone knows where we are going and what we will see, most know as much as I do. We only learn about the day once we are on the bus on our way to our destination. Some didn't like this, but it didn't phase me, I was enjoying the zero preparation lifestyle. Not to mention, you could always look at the itinerary.

Little was achieved today, as when we arrived at the hostel, we dropped our bags off and began to wander around. As typically goes when shopping with women, what started with 10 of us quickly became two as the rest got distracted in shops. Sarah and I then continued to wander to see what the markets and town had to offer. We stumbled across the place where we would eventually be coming for dinner. The fish market. Unsurprisingly, it reaked of fish. This wasn't overly appealing to me or Sarah, and so we suggested finding a cheaper alternative to mitigate the expensive dinner from yesterday, as well as avoid fishy smells at dinner. This was received well by some of the other girls, and they decided girl dinner was in order. I was briefly introduced to the concepts of 'girl dinner' and 'girl math', but nothing could have prepared me for the meal that ensued. I'm not sure if it was a lack of sleep, general idiocy, or just friends having fun, but we spent close to an hour in the shops trying to generate the ingredients for a pesto pasta. That's right, a pasta dish that can be reasonably made in three ingredients (pasta, pesto, and cheese) took us that long. This is because the girls got a bit adventurous and chose to add cherry tomatoes and meat. This was quite a prolonged experience, but then they began to discover the animal shaped items and insisted on getting those. This included animal shaped pasta, cheese, and biscuits. Our delirium peaked here as we began loudly laughing at ourselves in public while trying to complete a very basic shop. Words can not describe girl dinner, and I will have to attach a photo. But it was somehow a highlight of my trip, believe it or not. The greatest shock came when we went to try the dinner, not because it was particularly good, but because it wasn't pesto pasta as all. Because it was all in Turkish, Jess had picked the sauce based solely on the pictures, meaning that anything that looked green would suffice. In reality, she had chosen a macaroni cheese type of sauce. This meant there was no name for our animal pasta, animal cheese, tomato, and frankfurt hotdog dinner concoction. It was truly something that had to be experienced to believe. After this, I was introduced into girl dinner and was adopted as one of the girls, apparently 🙄
We then proceeded to catch up with everyone else at the Irish pub and have some drinks. This transcended to quite a big night, culminating with kick on drinks on the hostels terrace at 4am. It was an awesome day despite not much actually happening a part from a bit of wandering with Sarah, girl dinner, and some group drinks.Read more