The Lycian way stretches 500 miles across the southern coast of Turkey and I'm quite certain that my mama and papa would have chosen to partake in this walk if i hadn't decided to come along to spoil their fun.
The Lycians were Ancient Turkish people who were constantly under attacked by the Greeks who admired the fact that the Lycians were able to resolve how to reconcile free government in the city-state with the needs of a larger political unity. Lycia is the first known democratic state. But more about Lycia when we go to Xanthos and Patara.
Hitting the shops mere days before the grand depart and a mad panic about not having a suitable pair of white linen trousers I added two tops, two dresses, four pairs of pants and a pair of trousers (yes indeed a white linen pair despite it being mid October...thank god for Marks and Spencers) to my holiday wardrobe. (all for £100 bargain) Add to this the Benefit First Class Fake Its that i bought mid flight and the jobs a good un.
Despite passing many different Travel Exchange desks both at Manchester and then later Dalaman airports my father took the courageous desision not to buy any Turkish Lira. Was this a flawed choice? I think so
The first hurdle we faced about not having any of the right currency was when we reached the hire car and it transpired that we had to pay to get out of the airport. I kid you not, you did not read this correctly, we had to pay to get out.
We calmly explained to the man in the little booth that we had no money to which he replied in broken English that we could pay five euros or five pounds and he would pay us the change back in Lira.
Armed with our five Liras (roughly about £2) we set off down the road to start our two hour journey to Kalkan. Alas our hard earned cash did not last very long as we had to pay a toll to drive through a tunnel.
Tomorrow the adventure begins...
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