The boat trip

Avast ye scurvy dogs I got a boat to sail the seven seas. Well actually it was a tourist boat called the Falcon and it was supposed to go on a tour around the turquoise coast. I say 'supposed to' as the seas were actually far too choppy that we actually only ended up going to the next bay around the corner.

I was most disgruntled that we missed out on our mud bath and that all the other passengers had to miss out on my rendition of 'mud, mud glorious mud'.

As well as being annoyed about this I had also forgotten to bring my book  so I had nothing to do for six hours but to go swimming and lie in the sun and I bloody hate sun…I have heat rash on my face as well.

The highlight of the day, for me anyway, not for Karen who was feeling quite seasick (although I beg to question why on earth you would go on a boat trip if you get sea sick) was when the boat got out of the bay and was hit by the waves.

Do you when you are a child and play with a toy that has a round bottom and you can delight in watching it rock back and forth, in circles or in any which way- Wikipedia tells me that is called a weeble. Well that was me doing teddy bear rolls across the top deck.

For dinner we had a BBQ buffet complete with live music and a firework finale.  

The 'jolly buddha' chef and me

A day of exploration

After a morning spent exploring the resort (read being pulled up and down steep inclines and a total of 100 steps) and swimming in the sea (which was bizarrely cold on the surface and warm underneath, the total opposite of what you would expect) we drove (thankfully) the short distance into the town of Kalkan where we spent a few hours wandering through the streets, checking out restaurants and a little light retail therapy. I was most  pleased when we met a lady selling Fez…Fezes…what exactly is the plural of Fez? Does it follow the rule of words ending with z and  take on an 'es' when they are pluralised or instead does it do something akin to what they say in Pirates of the Carribean like the majority of English grammar where 'rules are more like guidelines.'

Alas I did not have time to buy myself a Fez as my father was growing impatient at having to wait outside yet another shop…although technically the stall was outside. I will just have to visit Fez lady again.

Kalkan is known for having a vast array of restaurants and cafes so much so that you wonder how any of them actually make any money. You can hardly move for Turkish men trying to tell you why you should eat at their establishment.

Turning off the Main Street and walking past a barber who was offering bread shaving we found a quaint little family run restaurant where the owner Rashad….I think that was his name…invited us in for tea.   which also happened to be the staff's dinner. If you listen to a Turkish man waffle for long enough dear readers you will be rewarded for as well as our free tea we also each got a meatball to try.   

Amongst discussions over the menu and where to go and visit whilst we were in the area we observed how the staff (we found out later that this was actually the daughter and her husband) were making the restaurant's speciality: stuffed meatballs

Feeling like we really should go back to the restaurant for our dinner we carried on with our tour of the town and harbour before going to the supermarket for some breakfast necessities and returning to the resort to put on my new dress.

Dinner this evening consisted of: A mixed mezze to start

I had a spinach and cheese Pide - a kind of Turkish Pizza but made with much finer dough

Lamb Shish kebab for the papa and a chicken kebab for my mother. Although realising after the food arrived that the cheese used for my Pide was actually Feta the mother and I swapped.

Pudding was  a baklava and a complimentary fruit platter.