Its Tuesday and out trip to Fethyie market…which turns out very disappointing.
For some reason I was expecting more of a craft market,but it was mainly tat… designer handbags, designer t-shirts & football shirts but all genuine fakes! The signs on the stalls and slogans shouted out by the market traders were laughable “cheap as chips” “cheaper than Asda” “cheaper than shoplifting” and everything was priced up in pounds rather than lira.
Doesn’t look like Turkey does it?
You are still expected to haggle for everything,unless its 5 l or less, but then if you want more than one you should still haggle.
There is a fruit & veg section of the market where the locals are shopping,but it is really hot in the market as it is covered to keep off the sun,so we head off for a beer.
Soft cheese sold from sacks
Watermelons
Chillies & peppers
The day goes from bad to worse. We get back on the minibus expecting to be taken directly to the tombs & ghost town,but instead we are told today is a ‘shopping day’ and we are taken to the Gold Centre-where laughably they want £180 for a 14ct gold thin chain and then to what was essentially a sweet shop selling more tat. It feels like we have been kidnapped,but eventually we head off to the ghost town
The road to the ghost town is very steep with hairpin bends. We are ok in our minibus,but the coach with us has to take it very easy.
When we get to the Ghost Town it is 3pm,so when the guide says there is a buffet lunch for 10l he is met by silence from our minibus-I don’t think any of us were expecting the detours and we are all a bit pissed off!
Debs & I find a quiet bar,yep you guessed it ,to have a beer and whilst we lounge on the seated area a little ginger kitten comes over to play & skitter about!
There is then a short walk & talk on the Ghost town,but it is just too hot,so we don’t join it but just take photos. Its quite a bizarre sight-there’s about 3,500 deserted houses scattered over the hillside. it was a Greek settlement that was vacated after a population exchange treated signed between Greece & turkey in 1922.
We eventually get back to the hotel about 5.30y ,exhausted and hot after a not very enjoyable day.
We make the decision that we are going to blow out our planned 12 Island tour tomorrow & just lounge around the pool area.
This turns out to be a good decision,as poor Debs gets a dodgy tummy later on in the evening,so would not have been able to sail anyway.
I have dinner on my own. The last few days there have been more Turkish families staying in the hotel on half board,so they offer a 4 course set meal for 15l.
Tonight's dinner is lovely-chicken soup, cold starter of salad,fried cheese,and some delicacy that looks like a scotch egg but has really fragrant mince in the middle. I mistake the main for chicken joints so take two bits,but it turns out to be stuffed chicken fillets with a gorgeous rice & dried fruit stuffing & i really struggle to eat it! Pudding is watermelon.
I sit and chat to 2 other single ladies, both who have been caught up in the Gold travel fiasco, Judith is from Hawaii & Eileen from Belfast.
No comments:
Post a Comment