Another day with a lot of inaction. I have no idea how I filled the day. Given that I put the briefest of entries in my travelogue while sitting in a cafe probably tells you all you need to know.
Mind you, there was a bit of exertion in the morning. I climbed up to the famous Tomb of Amyntes. It is a tomb carved out of the rock face high above the town. It dates from 350 BC, a time when the Lycians lived here. Lycia was a province (or satrapy) of Persia, ruled by a satrap (governor).
I sat by a crumbling pillar, noticing the strange smell from inside the tomb. Got a bit poetic…
…silver-winged insect fluttering in the damp half-light of the tomb.
I actually used this idea in a poem from what I call my Adolescent Period. No-one has been able to date this accurately, but it did go on for quite a while.
I was surrounded by six children, including a small girl holding a mauve flower. Somewhere, a white rabbit hopped between rocks. Very Lewis Carroll.
You will be thrilled to hear I have another two days in Fethiye. The reason will be revealed tomorrow – one needs a bit of suspense.
Psychologist on the Move 