CD was due to arrive on day 6, after placing in yet another social entrepreneurship competition in Shanghai. While three member of our group drove to meet him in Antalya, AG, MM and I stayed behind to check out the ruins near the beach. It was a dreary day, not beach weather at all so exploring was a great alternative. We hadn’t traveled to the left of the beach so we decided to cross the stream and climb up. My black jeans (the only pair of pants I had with me apart from athletic capris) were a bad choice as they didn’t allow me to roll them too far up to carefully walk across on the highest rocks. They were slick and uninviting, but we made it across with no incidents.
Once on the other side our sense of adventure took over and we began climbing into the rock face to see what we could explore. This was not a well-maintained area, not a part that many tourist would choose to venture into, thus fueling our excitement. We came across beautiful views of the sea, some ruins and tall rock inviting us to see how high we were willing to climb.
Like the hiking adventure, we would slip and slide down the mountain to get our way back to the beach after seeing all there was to see. When it came time to cross the stream again, I felt inclined to cross at a different point thinking it shorter to get across and not wanting to get too wet. This was a very poor decision as they current was stronger here, pulling me down and into the water and breaking my cross-body bag. I was soaked and fortunate to have worn my bikini in hopes of good weather.
We spent the rest of the afternoon by the beach trying to dry off and listening to music. Another seaside meal at the second restaurant on the beach completed the first part of our day. We had chicken at lunch begging for scraps of food…I’m much more used to dogs and cats, who knew they ate tomatoes? We made it back just in time for CD’s arrival. Yay!
That night we took a second visit to the Chimera to show CD what he had missed (sulky anti-social AG stayed behind) and this time I bought marshmallows with me. They were a great addition and burned so differently in this fire. We met two American girls who wanted to go to the fires and brought them along in our beat-up rental van and for that kindness they bought out tickets. The fires were just as spectacular as the first time. And, in case you were wondering, the fire that AG “put out” was re-lit.
I didn’t fear so well in the car ride back and got some of the worst motion sickness leading me to immediate go into our tree house and puke two times. Gosh I hate motion sickness! Tomorrow, Cappadocia!