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September 14, 2009
Our flight isn’t until the early evening so after we pack, check out and leave our bags somewhere we buy a few souvenirs and catch a dolmus up to Gokbel to look at the views over Iztuzu. I instruct Sam to look out for a tortoise to photograph as she spotted one from the bus the previous day. And she does indeed spot one down the road. We walk quite a bit, stopping at one of the pancake places to buy a jar of honey before hailing down the dolmus back into Dalyan for lunch.We have yet to see Beyaz Gul in daylight so head back there for a seat by the river and try their “Wine Plate”. I’m not sure why they call it that as it is a plate of cheese, but it is served with a glass of wine. Most of the cheese is some sort of goats cheese and its all pretty salty but very nice. The bits we can’t eat are fed to the fish in the river, where we also spot a walk snake swimming past. Despite being full I have to have one last piece of Baklava with my coffee before we ask to waiter to take our photo...
Unfortunately I don’t check his handiwork until we get home and discover a bloody great finger obscuring the top of our heads. Ah well!
One last glass of Raki and it’s off to the airport. It all goes smoothly at Dalaman, apart from the bar being extortionate. A pint of Efes is 13TL., which is 200% dearer than in town! Back at Gatwick though, “airport improvements” mean that we have to queue for an hour to get through passport control. Luckily we aren’t pulled over by Customs, who are having a field day with quite a few peoples suitcases and Sam hears mention of the dreaded rubber gloves as we walk by!
Categories: Food & Drink, Travel
See my flickr set: Turkey 2009
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