Hotel A Side, Manavgat, Turkey (day 7)

Our last full day in Turkey today. The time has flown by. As planned we were collected from our hotel just after eight thirty this morning and after picking up at a few other hotels driven to the nearby city of Antalya. Of course once again we were the only English on the coach.  Three Americans kept their heads down, whilst the Germans jostled for seats, unhappy we'd secured two right at the front.

Before being deposited in the older part of the city we visited the lower Duden Waterfall, a spectacular display as the Duden river falls 130 feet over the clifftop and cascades into the Mediterranean sea below. Whilst the falls were lovely, the area surrounding was not as we expected. The construction of many new towering blocks of apartments didn't seem to fit with the beauty of the falls. A quick head count to check everyone was back on the coach and we drove into the city, the coach stopping near the old town where we were set down and left to explore for four hours.

A pretty harbour, interesting mosque and minaret, many gift shops, and numerous clothing and accessory shops engulfed us. Knock off is key here. The shops selling fake designer goods are everywhere.

Who buys this stuff! Well apparently many of our fellow travellers. We like a quiet life, and were pleased to stumble upon a little Bohemian cafe where we settled for a while whilst drinking our hot beverages and eating light moist honey, walnut, cinnamon cake.

The lady running the cafe was French, and she was pleased when Angela spoke French back to her. We've been lucky here with the language. As we are in a busy tourist area everyone speaks English. Thank God. Turkish is a really difficult language to grasp. So now we ready ourselves for a walk out for our last meal at China Corner.

No doubt as yesterday evening we will spend our time talking of future adventures. Which we did. Nearly all the couples in the restaurant were English. The atmosphere seemed a little subdued. It was the last night in Side for some of us. The giveaway, we all paid our bills in cash. We thanked the owner for providing us with delicious fresh food all week, and told him we'd forever have fond memories of our time in this corner of Turkey. All good things must come to an end, but new beginnings await us.

To the three boys hanging onto the bus at 30mph along the dual carriageway in Antalya, I only wish we could have told John's late father about seeing them, I'm sure he would have had an even better story about daredevil young lads in 1930's Liverpool!

Hotel A Side, Manavgat, Turkey (day 6)

We've become regulars at the excellent Chinese restaurant just down the road from our hotel. To the amazement of the other English the manager shakes our hand upon arrival and leaving, and yesterday asked if we'd be returning tomorrow.

It's low season here now. In fact the agent we booked today's trip with says it's winter, and cold. Cold with temperatures in the high eighties, that would explain the need for him to wear a jacket zipped to his neck.

Up early this morning, as promised a coach arrived at our pick up point for today's trip into the Taurus mountains to Green Canyon. The water's green because of the copper that washes down into it from the mountains. Enroute we spotted the well preserved remains of a Roman aquaduct. 

On the coach, us, three French, a couple of Russians, one a dead ringer for the actress Sue Pollard, and a lot of very serious Germans.

En route to the canyon at stop at the bridge by the dam for, and we quote the driver, ' a chance to take photographs and smoke a cigarette'. The smoking of cigarettes is rife here, God knows how our lungs are fairing. Before boarding our boat to tour the canyon, we were told not to forget our coach number was Nine. Of course we fell about laughing like children. Nein, nein fraulein. Actually the title of a song sung by Anne Shelton in 1926.

German jokes aside we set sail. With a chance to swim in the green waters of the canyon during the trip bags and cool bags were opened and we watched as lager and tots of spirits were consumed. Just the refreshment to consume before swimming. However as the boat slowly drifted between the limestone mountains that guarded the canyon a cool wind blee, and despite being fuelled with bravado only four people braved the water after our guide informed us it's temperature was just 15 c.

A precarious drive back down the mountain to another lake where a lunch of either fish or chicken, rice, pasta, salad and bread awaited us. And very nice it was as well. We really enjoyed today. Driving out away from the beach and seeing more of the 'real' Turkey. Tomorrow we have a trip booked to the city of  Antalya, that's if the driver remembers to pick us up. And we must remember on the coach to sit only in the seat we chose when you getting on. On today's trip our efficient European neighbours were very unhappy that some people changed seats for the return journey. Honestly. What did it matter? A whole lot to some apparently.

Hotel A Side, Manavgat, Turkey (day 5)

Today didn't go to plan. We were up early, tired from the shenanigans of our new neighbour, who coughed all night, repeatedly opened and closed the sliding door onto his balcony and shouted into his mobile phone in the early hours. Enough was enough. We messaged our holiday rep and request we be given a room in a quieter area of the hotel. After much messaging John decided to talk to a member of the hotel reception who was more than happy to move us to a larger room overlooking the terrace and swimming pool.

 Here's hoping we're in for a more peaceful night going forward. Nine ten was our pick up slot for our excursion. Ready at nine we waited, and waited. Nobody came to collect us. Great. It was obviously going to be one of those days. Long story short, we will be refunded for the trip that never happened. Let's hope Tuesday's excursion runs smoother. With the heat building, the afternoon temperature nudging 35c, we walked along the seafront to explore the other end of the promenade.

Hotel after hotel towered over us. The beaches untidy with the bodies of sun worshippers yet again squeezed into ill fitting beach wear. Some giving up on it and deciding to go for a more natural look. Amongst the seasoned sunbathers, new arrivals, slowing turning from pale to pink to full on lobster red by this evening! Before walking out we booked a trip for tomorrow with one of the many agents selling excursions. The man promised we'd be collected in the morning and suggest we come up to him at just after half past eight to board the coach. Here's hoping all will work out, especially as we've paid him in advance!

Hotel A Side, Manavgat, Turkey (day 4)

Today we decided to become a little more adventurous and take one of the small local buses, a dolmus ( pronounced dalmoosh), to a small pine forest just along the coast at Sorgun. Asking for advice at our hotel reception which bus we needed to catch and where from resulted in us and the receptionist both baffled. So we walked up to the main road and Angela decided we'd ask for help at the reception of the five star, (our hotel is only three), Side Prensis Hotel. They could only tell us to sling our hook! But no, the security lady, who no way was letting us in the hotel fetched another member of staff who despite speaking about as much English as we do Turkish flagged a dolmus down for us. Our adventure had begun.

Arriving at the local bus station we had the choice of a camel or a bus, but decided on the bus. Now we only had to board the second dolmus to reach our destination.

Arriving at the pine forest we were on our own, none of the paths were clearly marked so we just set off. It was nice to leave the noisy busy seafront and old town of Side.

It was also nice to breath fresh air. A packet of cigarettes is around two pounds here, and everyone seems to smoke. In amongst the pine trees a few families barbecued. Evidence of previous barbecues were everywhere.

(tidy littering)

The amount of rubbish strewn amongst the trees was terrible. Including metal skewers used for cooking meat. We couldn't get our head around why the local people would spoil one of the few green spaces in the area like this. With no real plan we walked, and walked. It was hot, very hot and Angela was flagging. Eventually we reached the beach area, bought cold drinks and set off walking along the beach back towards the pick up point for our return dolmus. All along the seafront huge hotel complexes towered. All had private beaches. At one point we were asked to leave the beach by a security man. Eventually we found our way back leaving the private beaches to men in swimming trunks stretched tightly over stomachs full of 'all inclusive', and woman who whose itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis slipped into crevices they should have been covering.

An early night tonight after yet another Chinese meal, as tomorrow we have an early start. We are excited about our trip out. It will be nice to leave the coast and venture into the nearby Taurus mountains where hopefully there will be no minimalist swimwear to offend our eyes!

Hotel A Side, Manavgat, Turkey (day 3)

Superb meal out last night at the nearby Chinese restaurant. Of course we're returning there again this evening!

Once again this morning we made a complaint at reception about the noise from the room next to us, only to be given the joyful news that the couple checked out at 2 am to catch an early flight. Thank God.

(In the Side language, "Side" means "pomegranate." The pomegranate has always been depicted as the city's symbol and emblem on coins and monuments throughout various periods.) 

(Marble Balustrade Panel with Ixion's Punishment. In Greek mythology, Ixion was king of the Lapiths. After his marriage he did not pay the bride's price, so his father-in-law stole some of Ixion's horses in retaliation. Ixion concealed his resentment and invited his father-in-law to a feast where he murdered him. Everyone refused to perform the rituals that would cleanse Ixion of his guilt (catharsis), however, Zeus had pity on Ixion and brought him to Olympus and introduced him at the table of the gods. There, Ixion grew lustful for Hera. Zeus found out about his intentions and made a cloud in the shape of Hera, and tricked Ixion into coupling with it. From the union of Ixion and the false-Hera cloud came the race of Centaurs. Ixion himself was blasted with a thunderbolt and thrown from Olympus. Zeus ordered Hermes to bind Ixion to a winged fiery wheel that was always spinning; only when Orpheus played his lyre did it stop for a while. Later, he was transferred to Tartarus.) 

(The frieze blocks featuring Medusa were used in the Corinthian-style temple built for Apollo, one of the main gods of the city, in the 2nd century AD. Similar blocks can still be seen in their original positions in the partially restored temple structure today. Medusa, believed to turn people to stone with her gaze, is a mythological figure sometimes used as a protective element in temple and tomb structures.) 

With more to see over in Side old town we headed back to the ancient city to visit Side museum which is located in a well preserved Roman bathhouse opposite the imposing amphitheatre built in 9,000 AD.

Sadly the amphitheatre is closed to visitors as it is undergoing an extensive renovation. The museum however was both interesting and amazing and we spent quite a while there before we were sucked into the throngs of Germans who seem to dominate here.

All the restaurant staff and stall holders touting for business just assume we are sausage eating and beer drinking Europeans. Having been in Side now for a few days we are ready to venture a little further out, so we've booked a couple of excursions, one includes lunch out. Hopefully there won't be a sausage in sight!