3/28/2013

Leaving Tarlabaşı


View from our balcony on Harman Sokak, Tarlabaşı


After a couple months in Istanbul's most lovely neighborhood, it was goodbye to Tarlabaşı--although Istanbul hasn't seen the last of us. For now, I'll miss the daily börek and the endless city views. I'm once again eligible to return to the Schengen Zone, and so it's back to Denmark for a bit.




3/27/2013

Lycian Ghost Town



On our last day in Lycia, we headed 8km over the mountains south of Fethiye, stepping out at the edge of Kayaköy. Up until the massive population exchange of the early 1920s, when millions were kicked across the Aegean, Greek-speaking Christians called it home. Today, its several hundred crumbling homes still stretch up the mountainside, strung together by steep, narrow pathways and highlighted by a couple hollowed-out churches. 











3/25/2013

Fethiye to Butterfly Valley



After a couple nights in Patara, we headed back to Fethiye for the trek to Butterfly Valley. The dolmuş brought us as far as Ölüdeniz, and from its broad, curving beach we took off to the south on foot. Just where the road began its long incline to Faralya, a truck driver pulled over to let us hop in back. Dropped by the cliffs' edge, overlooking the valley and its tiny sliver of turquoise water far below, we settled at George House, just where the steep path drops down to the beach. 
Back on the road the next morning, another kind driver carried us back to Ölüdeniz, where the sun came out just in time for a swim at one of Turkey's favorite postcard-perfect beaches. Stacked with rows upon rows of deck chairs and beach umbrellas in the summer, at the end of March we had it all to ourselves--at least for an hour or so, when the clouds returned and we headed back to Fethiye. 



 



 

3/24/2013

Patara & Kaputaş



From a quick swing through ancient Patara, a once-flourishing Greek city on the southwest Lycian coast.