RECENT POSTS
What???
Kingfisher Alert
Life's A Beach
Jazz Wine... Nice!
Late Lake Show
Bite Yer Ankles
Turtle Wipeout
Wallowing In Mud
First Day Food
To Dalyan
 |
|
ARCHIVE
LINKS
Ginger
DJ
Frontline
Photography
Beardo
Too Fried Fish
FOLLOW ME
 |
|
 |
Delicious |
 |
Flickr |
 |
Last.FM |
 |
Blip.FM |
 |
You Tube |
 |
Wishlist |
 |
My Google Map |
REMIX ME
Remix my track Ctrl U.
Download the stems and send your remixes to my Dropbox.
BUY ME
Now available again through AmazonMP3, my 2001 album Hyperreal And Supercool and the follow up, Advanced Emotional Engineering.
Buy my new book "Digitalia - Digital Abstracts", through Blurb and all the individual images as full size prints or greetings cards from Imagekind.
September 10, 2009
We are sailing from Gocek around the 12 islands today. There are more than 12 islands apparently but 12 is a lucky number or something… Or, depending on who you believe, there are only 4 islands!Gocek is like another Turkey altogether. There are luxury yachts everywhere! God knows how much money is floating in these marina’s! Ataturk's former yacht is moored in the bay but there are far more modern one’s that look to be in the Russian oligarch league to me.
We are aboard a Gulit which stops at various bays and coves for snorkelling and swimming during the day and come the hour we drop anchor for a meal aboard the boat. Somebody landed a couple of small tuna on the way out but they don’t materialise at lunch time! At the various stops enterprising chaps appear in small boats selling cakes, ice cream or water sport based excitement; in the form of banana boats, water ski-ing and parascending. One chap has a crack at water ski-ing and an 84 year old woman who has recently had a heart op does the 200m high parascending experience! Sam tags along on the parascending trip to experience the speed boat. I just sit in the sun on the yacht with a cold beer.
On the way back we stop at a restaurant called Ley Ley, which is a bit of a way outside of Dalyan and has a bizarre bird gimmick. Supposedly you can feed tame storks that walk from table to table, although we only see one in the distance and a massive nest up a tree. But there are quails and ducks and some ostriches as well. It all smells a bit bird poo-ish and we only have a drink before leaving as the lady tries to press gang us all into returning for a meal.
There will be no more food for me today though as I start to experience some nasty stomach cramps on the way home which will keep me awake all night. Damn, I never get “holiday tummy”, must have been the salad at lunchtime. Whatever it is it keeps me awake all night.
Categories: Food & Drink, Travel
See my flickr set: Turkey 2009
Comment | Permalink
Comments:
Post a Comment
Art | Photography | Books | Blogging | Food & Drink
