Today’s post will be short and as sweet as lokum. I was on the road for about two and a half hours when I picked up a lift in a truck that took me the 3 hours all the way to Antalya. It was a lovely ride along the coast road…
…blue sea breaking white and golden sands (large expanses in places) and tufty grass…mountains beyond.
I arrived around 15.30 hrs and soon found myself a hotel that was clean and cosy. I now know that I was on what is now known as the Turkish Riviera. I imagine the Antalya of today is much more developed than I found it back in 1973.
I spent the evening sitting in a small boat in the harbour with fishermen, drinking tea and eating a chunk of bread. Later, I began to write some letters to friends back home.
So, sparse entries in my travelogue for today, and they were completed the following day. I am trying to work out what happened over the coming hours, as days and nights seemed to merge into each other. Extracting a day in its entirety from my many ramblings is like trying to take just one piece of Turkish Delight from the offered box. I think tomorrow mostly finds me idling away the time waiting for my connection to the next destination where I am due to arrive on the evening of Day 36.
My destination – a town on the Turkish Riviera once known as Magri, but renamed in honour of a pilot of the Ottoman Air Force who was killed in a crash in 1914 while attempting the first flight from Istanbul to Cairo. Where would I be without Wikipedia?
Psychologist on the Move 