Lifted at Yat Lift and Home at the Merhaba Otel

July 31, 2012  HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAR !!!!!

Merhaba,

  We are just about ready to call it a day here at the yard.  We’ve been here since about 7:30 this morning so it’s time to go.  But I wanted to get off this first photo email of our Bodrum sojourn.

Ru

www.yatlift.com

We came to Bodrum to get work done on DoraMac. She needed to have the old ant-fouling paint sanded off and new paint put on. Our zincs needed to be replaced. Zincs keep the steel hull from rusting. That is a totally simplistic description of the process; but you’ve been with us before when we had the bottom done. In Batu Maung, Malaysia where we were with Patrick, and Elizabeth of LaBarque and the Little Brown Dog. Batu Maung was fun because P and E were there and E and I went off to the local wet market or took the bus to Georgetown. And we were parked in the shade of a huge building. Rebak was more work but Peter and Kathryn, Hans and Fien and Jim and Julia Parker were there. We’re by ourselves at Yat Lift, but it’s okay. We have taken a cheap, clean, quiet room in town at the Merhaba Hotel. It is Spartan, but the room has great AC, looks clean and smells clean, and the owner and managers are very friendly and helpful. It’s a two minute walk to the main beach restaurant/bar promenade but far enough away not to hear the noise. After our night passage to get here, we were asleep by 8:30 pm and didn’t wake till about 7 am. We are in a room for 4; a double bed and two singles because that’s what was available when we arrived. Today when we return we’re going into a “nicer” room with one double bed. I’ll take photos. And the view from the rooftop breakfast area; Super! http://www.merhabaotel.com/index.php?lang=en

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Lowering our motorbike from the flybridge to the dock is one thing; but to the ground from our hardstand: yikes! But it all went smoothly with the help of some nice Yat Lift workers.

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White walls, stone streets, bright blue doors and windows: exactly what an old street in Bodrum should look like. In the evening residents of the street come out to sit and pass the time.

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Our room was on the second floor and looked on to the street. Unusual for me, the window stayed closed because of the AC which is truly essential. During the night I actually got too cold and had to take a blanket from one of the other beds. Tonight I’m bringing some flannel pants to wear so my sciatic leg won’t start to hurt. It doesn’t like AC.

Breakfast is served at 8:30 am but we didn’t wait for it this morning. Maybe tomorrow. When we got back to the boat we ate our usual breakfast, checked email (the yard has great wifi) and then I put on my walking shoes and went off up the hill behind the boat yard. At 9:05 am it was already really hot. Dolmus (small bus) go buy regularly so if I pooped out I could catch a ride. I think their destination was the small residential area and resort further along the coast.

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Hotel where we are Not staying.

Introduction to Bodrum http://www.frommers.com/destinations/bodrum/2903010001.html

840km (522 miles) south of Istanbul; 240km (149 miles) south of Izmir; 180km (112 miles) west of Marmaris (by land about 80 miles by sea); 25km (16 miles) south of Bodrum Airport

When Turkish people wax lyrical over Bodrum, they are often describing the heavenly bays of the Bodrum Peninsula, namely Torba and Türkbükü. But even the center of Bodrum, with its Greek-style whitewashed houses dotting the hillside overlooking twin bays, is something to write home about.

Imagine that in 1925, shortly after the founding of the Republic and at a time when feelings of nationalism were high, Turkish writer (and Oxford-educated) Cevat Sakir Kabaagaçli was sentenced to 3 years of imprisonment in Bodrum for penning an article for which he was accused of "alienating the public from military service." Okay, so he was sent to the dungeon of St. Peter’s Castle, but having made a friend of the local governor, was released after a year and a half and found a house overlooking the sea in which to live out his charmed period of exile. (His publisher wasn’t so lucky; he was sent to Sinop, on the Black Sea.) The view from his home was so picturesque that it inspired him to pen piles of essays on the beauty and allure of life in what was then a backwater fishing village. It was these writings that attracted the intelligentsia of Turkey to Bodrum, a slow trickle that transformed this tiny fishing port of fewer than 5,000 inhabitants to Turkey’s most popular seaside destination.

In spite of the hype, Bodrum strikes the perfect balance among whitewashed stucco hillside houses dripping in bougainvillea, magnificent vistas, historic imprints, and blowout nightlife. St. Peter’s Castle dominates every corner of Bodrum from its spot at the middle of the resort town’s twin harbors. The crumbled yet enduring remains of the Mausoleum, one of the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World, also resides in Bodrum. And although it’s Turkey’s most popular "party destination," by day Bodrum is a quiet but thriving holiday beach resort, albeit with minimal actual beach. In the summertime the city’s twin harbors become densely packed with hundreds of the wooden gulets offering trips to the nearby islands or for the Mavi Yoluculu (the "Blue Cruise"), Cevat’s romanticized weeklong journey along the glorious coastlines of the Mediterranean. Meanwhile, Bodrum’s nightlife — an all-night party organized by club owners each trying to outdo the excesses and spectacle of the others — is infamous throughout Turkey. Bodrum’s popularity seems to have no limits, and as fast as the Turkish jet set can lay its claim to a secluded cove or sandy bay, tourism follows, spurring the entitled class to seek new unspoiled hunting grounds. Examples of this can be seen all along the Bodrum Peninsula, in the boutique hotels and beaches of Torba and Türkbükü; in the expansive coastlines at Yalikavak, Turgutreis, Ortakent, and Akyarlar; and in the poetry of the sunken ruins and waterside fish restaurants of Gümüslük. Bodrum is much more than the twin bays, and it still has quite a long way to go before becoming just another one of Turkey’s overbuilt seaside resorts.

The Maltese Falcon — After Süleyman the Magnificent’s conquest of Rhodes, Charles V ended the Knights Hospitalers’ 8-year exile in 1530, granting them Malta and Tripoli to block Ottoman presence in the western Mediterranean. The annual fee was one falcon, the namesake of a famous American classic, The Maltese Falcon.

Our lift from the water…

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Most yards use these straps under the keel. When we were lifted in the Maldives, they used our lifting rings.

This was just about the smoothest entry we made into a yacht lift area. The wind and sea conditions were really calm and I could just about hand the lines to the 4 men waiting to take them and attach us to cleats. In Batu Maung it was absurd. The wind and current were so strong it took almost an hour to get us in, even with a small motor dingy pulling our bow around. Thankfully there was a yard worker on our boat who threw the lines. He missed the first time and the tiny Malaysian man on the dock couldn’t hold the boat and there was no cleat. It’s a long ridiculous story with a happy ending so that’s all that matters.

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Man driving the lift. Man watching the man driving the lift.

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The bottom is a mess but the wax job Randal did in Rebak still reflects like a mirror.

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Kind of looks like a whale with crustaceans: the water is crystal clear.

You can see a crusted over oblong zinc and the whole where our bow thruster propeller is located.

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We didn’t quite fit as is; so the front sail had to be taken down.

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Getting the bolts out wasn’t so easy.

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Finally the sail could be put aside.

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Amazingly those little stands hold these big boats inplace.

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Though the yard is doing the work, Randal couldn’t resist working at the zinc to see its condition.

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Looking back at DoraMac on the hard during my morning walk. You can see Bodrum town in the background.

Ancient Stratonikeia

Merhaba,

   It seems as if every time we turn around this past week we bump into cruising friends from other parts of the world.  Last night was the first Cruisers Happy Hour at Pineapple Restaurant.  About 30 people showed; some new faces but many were familiar.  Many of the familiar faces are moving on to other marinas along the coast of Turkey, but the new faces looked interesting too.  Met one couple from California, Mary and Rick who like to hike and SHE PAINTS WATERCOLOR!  How perfect for me!!  They are on E dock and will be here all winter. 

   Bill and Judy (BeBe) will be moving as will Betty and David (Sundance) but it has been great spending time with them.  I’m sure we’ll see them along the way.

Ru

ps  Red Sox have thrown in the 2012 towel so it’s a really early "wait until next year" for me. 

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I meant to have included this photo last email as it does show the white wash over the stones of the Ottoman houses of Stratonikeia, the roof tiles and the chimney.

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I’m still a pomegranate fan,and I was really hungry and thirsty,  but these weren’t ripe or I would have picked one and hoped there weren’t any consequences….like a long winter. There were fig trees too.

Then on to Ancient Stratonikeia….

“The borders of Stratonikeia are known thanks to the fortification walls and its size can be easily determined. However, within the city only certain structures have been excavated. Therefore, our knowledge of the number of the structures on the city plan is limited. Based on the excavated structures and the street system, it is likely that the city was built on a grid plan. The structures in the city are fortification walls, city gate with its monumental fountain, the colonnaded street, gymnasium, bouleuterion (ancient Greek council chamber), bath, theater, temple and water structure.”

Stratonikeia brochure

We left the small Ottoman Square area and followed a path on our way to finding the mosaics Randal wanted to see. We found ourselves in ancient Greece at the Gymnasium.

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Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away

Percy Bysshe Shelley

We had to read that poem in high school where it meant little but now I can easily understand and appreciate.

The stones do tell their stories…. if you use your imagination and carbon dating.

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Rubble: “A loose mass of angular fragments of rock or masonry crumbled by natural or human forces.” Perfect definition of these images.

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Kolay Gelsin…. May it come easy. When you see someone working hard, that’s what you say in Turkish : Kolay Gelsin.

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We followed the arrow Kuzey Cadde to find the mosaics…only getting a little lost but finding our way.

Judy made the correct guess, just in time before we were about to give up.

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Northern City Gate and Fountain

"The northern city gate located on the northern fortification wall is where the sacred road coming from the Lagina Hekate sacred precinct after passing the necropolis, meets the city. Therefore, the Northern City Gate is of great importance both as an entrance and as a ritualistic place.

The northern city gate is quite large and has a monumental arched entrance on either side. The exterior façade of the gate is in Doric order. The façade facing the city with its monumental fountain of semi-circular pools between the two entrances is decorated with two-tiered columns and statues and is in Corinthian order. Based on the remains and the architectural features, the gate must have measured 42.5 m wide and 14.20 m high.

Based on the architectural and sculptural works, the gate must have been built after the Late Antonine-Early Severan period following the earthquake of A.D. 140." http://pau.edu.tr/stratonikeia/en/sayfa4858.aspx

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Looking away from the gates back towards Mugla

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The arch from the gateway

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The fountain

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Randal and Judy looking at the mosaics: my favorites are still the flip flops and pomegranates in Sipahi.

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Colonnaded Street (that’s me in the right corner proving I was really there too.)

“The Colonnaded Street, 8.70 meters wide, begins from the south mid section of the open area in front of the northern city gate and continues towards the city center. …..In front of the gate is a 42 meter wide open space surrounded by 8 monumental Corinthian columns and shops on the west. This is where people who entered the city and those who came from the city to use the fountain gathered.

In the arrangements of the city gate and the street that were completed in the mid-2nd century A.D. and later, care has been taken to preserve the monument as it is.

The area around the gate and the street collapsed during an earthquake and in the byzantine period using architectural elements from the city, new buildings and the colonnaded street were built.”

Stratonikeia brochure

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Bill walking among the columns

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How ancient is this!!!

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Randal was disappointed that the mosaics were covered, but he was able to see a bit through the plastic.

Two interesting links if you want more info about Stratonikeia

"A good copy of Diocletian’s well-known Edict on Prices and Wages exists at Stratonikeia. This impressive site barely rates a mention in the guide books, which means it is little visited and so easy to walk round. The Turkish village of Eskihisar occupies part of the site, but after an earthquake in 1957, most of the inhabitants moved out and there is now just a small café and gift shop and some interesting old houses." http://www.forumancientcoins.com/historia/turkey/stratonikeia.htm

Stratonikeia – nearly buried again http://www.bodrumpages.com/turkey/ancient_sites/stratonikeia_E.html

Stratonikeia Ottoman Times

Merhaba,

    The best part of visiting Stratonikeia was just the surprise of being some place so interesting when earlier in the day we had no idea it even existed.

“East of Milas, the remains of ancient Stratonikeia lie in and around the village of Eskihisar, a settlement which was virtually abandoned at the end of the 20th century as a lignite quarry was developed right beside it. Today only four or five families continue to live in what must once have been a wholly delightful village; their neighbors have moved away to the usual dull collection of concrete houses in the new village of Eskihisar, which you bypass on your way. “ http://turkeyfromtheinside.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=350:stratoneika&catid=42:places-to-go

“The ruins of ancient Stratonicea are strewn among crumbling manorial houses and deserted cottages in the farmer village of Eskihisar, which was evacuated same 30 years ago to make room for coal mines. A few families still live among the ruins, which form a strange contrast and a wonderful green oasis in the midst of a grey wasteland of stripped earth.” http://www.bodrumpages.com/turkey/ancient_sites/stratonikeia_E.html

(I read that there was an earthquake in 1958 that started the movement away from the town.)

I have to say that though Stratonikeia will probably become more well known for its Greek and Roman antiquities, I was more interested in the much latter Ottoman history. Excavations began in 1977 and continue still, but they have a long way to go. The ruins of the Ottoman homes and streets reminded me of Colonial America for some reason. I would really like to go back when we return in November when it won’t be too hot to really see the area. But after about an hour Randal’s problem heel hurt, Judy was developing a blister, Bill needed a beer and I was starving having really skimped on snacks and lunch. So we saw some stuff and then we went to the Stratonikeia Café for a grilled cheese and tomato “toast” that was enough for all of us to share.

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Ancient and Ottoman

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First the Ottoman structures

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Ottoman times

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Saban Aga Mosque today

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Lovely wood beams were the really only reconstruction at this point.

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Photos of the reconstruction.

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Ottoman streets where the artisans where located.

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Ottoman building Chimney covers, then and now.

"These houses with a ‘harmonical’ trio of whitewashed walls, red roof tiles and the trees…..The buildings are usually stone built and quadratic wood. All the supporting walls, courtyard walls and especially the ground floors are built with lime-mortar and ballast-rubble stoned walls. Turkish style roof tiles were used to cover the roof. Other than the roofs, wall tops and the fire place juts narrowing as chimney coves are covered by roof tiles to prevent the rain coming down. Besides all these, the chimneys which are accepted as the symbol of Mugla are also covered with roof tiles as an open shed.” Mugla Tourist Map

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These Ottoman homes just next to ruins of the ancient gymnasium. Not sure if the gymnasium was visible when the Ottoman homes were built or were only revealed in 1977 when the excavations began.

More photos of the gymnasium in the next email about ancient Stratonikeia. Also, these homes don’t have the whitewashed finish as they did in Mugla.

It was amazing to just wander around. There were some sign boards and the information was in English. There was no entry fee, but we all wished there had been a guided tour offered though in the heat we wouldn’t have lasted long. That’s why I’d like to go back in cooler weather.

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Part of the “new” town square

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Beer, Coke Light and a really tasty grilled tomato and cheese sandwich on wonderful Turkish bread!

Even Randal’s and Judy’s feet felt better.

Stratonikeia Ottoman Times

Merhaba,

    The best part of visiting Stratonikeia was just the surprise of being some place so interesting when earlier in the day we had no idea it even existed.

“East of Milas, the remains of ancient Stratonikeia lie in and around the village of Eskihisar, a settlement which was virtually abandoned at the end of the 20th century as a lignite quarry was developed right beside it. Today only four or five families continue to live in what must once have been a wholly delightful village; their neighbors have moved away to the usual dull collection of concrete houses in the new village of Eskihisar, which you bypass on your way. “ http://turkeyfromtheinside.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=350:stratoneika&catid=42:places-to-go

“The ruins of ancient Stratonicea are strewn among crumbling manorial houses and deserted cottages in the farmer village of Eskihisar, which was evacuated same 30 years ago to make room for coal mines. A few families still live among the ruins, which form a strange contrast and a wonderful green oasis in the midst of a grey wasteland of stripped earth.” http://www.bodrumpages.com/turkey/ancient_sites/stratonikeia_E.html

(I read that there was an earthquake in 1958 that started the movement away from the town.)

I have to say that though Stratonikeia will probably become more well known for its Greek and Roman antiquities, I was more interested in the much latter Ottoman history. Excavations began in 1977 and continue still, but they have a long way to go. The ruins of the Ottoman homes and streets reminded me of Colonial America for some reason. I would really like to go back when we return in November when it won’t be too hot to really see the area. But after about an hour Randal’s problem heel hurt, Judy was developing a blister, Bill needed a beer and I was starving having really skimped on snacks and lunch. So we saw some stuff and then we went to the Stratonikeia Café for a grilled cheese and tomato “toast” that was enough for all of us to share.

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Ancient and Ottoman

I have dragged the photo out of proportion making the map a bit wider than it is.

First the Ottoman structures

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Ottoman times

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Saban Aga Mosque today

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Lovely wood beams were the really only reconstruction at this point.

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Photos of the reconstruction.

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Ottoman streets where the artisans where located.

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Ottoman building Chimney covers, then and now.

"These houses with a ‘harmonical’ trio of whitewashed walls, red roof tiles and the trees…..The buildings are usually stone built and quadratic wood. All the supporting walls, courtyard walls and especially the ground floors are built with lime-mortar and ballast-rubble stoned walls. Turkish style roof tiles were used to cover the roof. Other than the roofs, wall tops and the fire place juts narrowing as chimney coves are covered by roof tiles to prevent the rain coming down. Besides all these, the chimneys which are accepted as the symbol of Mugla are also covered with roof tiles as an open shed.” Mugla Tourist Map

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These Ottoman homes just next to ruins of the ancient gymnasium. Not sure if the gymnasium was visible when the Ottoman homes were built or were only revealed in 1977 when the excavations began.

More photos of the gymnasium in the next email about ancient Stratonikeia. Also, these homes don’t have the whitewashed finish as they did in Mugla.

It was amazing to just wander around. There were some sign boards and the information was in English. There was no entry fee, but we all wished there had been a guided tour offered though in the heat we wouldn’t have lasted long. That’s why I’d like to go back in cooler weather.

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Part of the “new” town square

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Beer, Coke Light and a really tasty grilled tomato and cheese sandwich on wonderful Turkish bread!

Even Randal’s and Judy’s feet felt better.

Mugla Part 2

 

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Pide

I think these are called pide. It’s dough with a filling that is baked in an oven like pizza. Bill bought some for us to snack on while we walked our way towards lunch. These had chopped greens and a bit of cheese.

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A shop selling head scarves had posted these photos on how to wear them.

Some women were wearing them; many were not.

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Lunch in the shade.

We ordered two meat ball lunches and split them. It was grilled, chopped meat and very tasty. It was also the only choice at this particular place Randal had picked. I ate the sliced tomato and chopped cucumber and some of the meat. By 4 pm I was wishing I’d eaten more.

The booklet about Stratonikeia had tempted us so after lunch we made our way back to the car. We had to pass through the Thursday Market to get there.

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As Judy points out in her blog, food is seasonal so you eat what you find in the market and don’t eat what they don’t sell. Broccoli and Cauliflower are seasonal. Even if you would pay a ton of money for it, and I wouldn’t, it isn’t there to purchase. So you eat what’s there and try new things.

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The brightest colored foods are the healthiest not counting pink cotton candy or red licorice.

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Magic Carpet Ride

Randal noticed these girls and Judy and I took several photos before they ran back to their moms.

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They were good sports about our photo taking.

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People load up at the Thursday Markets

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Bill was only pretending.

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Judy was buying some fresh figs so I decided to try some too: they’re great!

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It was as if the world had turned red when I looked at this scene.

Then it was into the car and past Ataturk Circle one more time and on to Stratonikeia. It was quite an amazing place and I’ll write about it soon. I’ve had enough computer for the day.

Ru

Mugla part1

Merhaba,

   Thursday, went off for a day trip to Muğla with friends Bill and Judy from BeBe. I’m ready to go back!!  Here’s part 1.

Ru

DoraMac

“Not many tourists come to Muğla, (MOO-lah, alt. 655 meters/2149 feet, pop. 70,000) but they throng the neighboring tourist meccas of Bodrum and Marmaris, and a tidy portion of the money flows to government coffers in Muğla, (the provincial capital of Muğla region.) If you have an hour or two between buses you can spend it pleasantly enough wandering Muğla’s shady streets, exploring its Ottoman-era bazaar, or sipping a hot glass of tea in one of its tea gardens. http://www.turkeytravelplanner.com/go/med/Mugla/

    We went to Muğla on a whim; a whim that took some planning. Randal and I had passed by Muğla several times last year on our way to Bodrum or Milas. We’d just never stopped. But I’d read that there was a section with lovely Ottoman homes and that the Thursday market was quite good. We mentioned it to friends Bill and Judy (BeBe) and they said they’d join us. Originally we planned to take the bus; but by the time you added the costs of getting to the Marmaris bus terminal and taking the bus to Muğla for 4 people, renting a car was cheaper and would get us there earlier in the day.

So this past Thursday morning Randal and I motorbiked to the rental car office, picked up the car and then drove directly to Yacht Marine to collect Bill and Judy. Imagine a sort of straight road with the petrol station at one end, Yacht Marine Marina at the other and the car rental office in the middle. The car’s fuel gage light was on, so getting Bill and Judy before getting gasoline was a bit of a gamble. But the petrol station was on the way out of town towards Muğla and Bill and Judy at Yacht Marine Marina were the opposite way towards where the land ends. Randal, the eternal fuel tank optimist opted to drive the 12 miles round trip hoping the 4 or 5 litres the rental car lady assured us we had would be enough. It was with fuel to spare so we didn’t start the day walking to the petrol station. Gasoline here is about $9 per gallon so rental cars don’t come with much and you only want to put as much gas into a rental car as you will use.

The drive to Muğla is lovely and there’s not much traffic. That is until you actually get into the central area of Muğla and then things get a bit confusing and crowded. But we only had to go around Ataturk Circle one extra time trying to find the Oto Park. We parked the car and then I used my very minimal Turkish to find the tourist information office which the guide book said was across from the Petek Hotel. It is; I asked directions along the way; and we found it as I do know right, left and straight in Turkish though with folks pointing the way….words aren’t so necessary. What happened when we got there was actually pretty funny. In Judy’s words: “Then we set off trekking in search of the tourist office.  That turned out to be a much farther walk than indicated in the Lonely Planet guide.  When we got there, this office appeared to be a tourism office to arrange conventions or business venues or something. We abandoned Ruth to attempt to talk to the man in charge in the far rear office.  Ruth knows some Turkish and we figured the fewer people in the room, the better.”  http://svbebe.blogspot.com/2012/08/day-trip-to-mugla.html I did wonder where everyone else had got to, but the kind man was very helpful and it was worth the trip there as I was given 2 Mugla maps, 2 Turkey maps and 2 booklets on the ancient historic city of Stratonikeia not far from Muğla which we decided to visit making for both a fun and interesting full day. Having 2 of everything was important as Judy writes a blog also and the info really comes in handy for that too.

Then, not surprisingly we were all ready for something to drink. At least that’s what Judy and I thought. Bill and Randal thought some kind of sweet snack was necessary too.

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Pistachio Baklava for Randal

Judy had iced tea, I had cappuccino, Bill had juice and a chocolate muffin and Randal had baklava, 2 pieces about the size of the photo. One of the fun things about new places is getting to try the food! As I was playing tour leader, and by then it was almost 11 am and Judy and I were ready to move along, I said, "Let’s go! So we did.

One of the places both Judy and I had on our list of places to see was the KURŞUNLU CAMİİ. On the Internet we’d both found pictures of its lovely painted interior. We stopped to see if we could find it on our map and Judy noticed that we were actually standing in the small park where it was located. From the side it doesn’t look like so much. A very thin, small older man carrying a plastic bag in each hand was also walking towards the mosque saying something very loudly to a man working off in the corner. We pretended not to notice what seemed like a one-sided heated discussion. The mosques door was locked so we just peaked into the windows. Next thing we knew the “thin man” was unlocking the door and motioning us to come in. We did taking off our shoes before into the main room of the small painted mosque. I’d brought a shawl with me to cover my head and shoulders but didn’t even think about it. Too busy ogling the lovely painted walls with some really interesting images of old sailing ships, one in full sail and one with the sails rolled up.

“KURŞUNLU Mosque: It was built in 1493 by Esseyit Sucaattin. There is a main leaded dome on top of the mosque which makes it different from the other mosques of the city. ….It is known that there used to be a 30 roomed Muslim Theological School inside the mosque.” (Mugla Tourist Map)

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Entrance to the mosque and pre-prayer washing up fountain.

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First comes an enclosed porch and a red curtained woman’s prayer area; then you enter the mosque.  Like stepping into a fairy tale.

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The domed ceiling with scenes painted in the sections.

You can’t really see it here but the middle panel is a painting of a domed building and the right panel is one of mountains…very unusual in mosques which usually don’t allow images. I knocked myself out looking for information on the web, but found only mangled translations of Turkish sites with very little information to boot. And nothing about the paintings.

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Ship under sail and ship maybe at anchor? This is even more interesting imagery as Mugla is in the mountains and not on the coast.

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A lovely faded panel along the wall.

We felt our time in the mosque was limited so didn’t take the time to really look at all of the panels and artwork. It didn’t take long for us to feel as if we’d imposed on the “thin man” long enough. He re-locked the mosque after we left. I think we were quite lucky to have seen it at all. Randal gave me a 10 TL note for the man as a donation to the mosque. Not sure if he took it that way, but it didn’t matter. He smiled at me and put his closed hand over his heart which is lovely to receive from someone. We just appreciated getting to see “the painted mosque.”

This is the info I found on the web….nothing mentions the paintings.

Leaded Mosque in Mugla , Mugla on Balibey neighborhood in the in the Ottoman era mosque.

Construction of the 1493 in the hinge Begs Şucaeddin Bey started and completed in two years. Architecture classical Ottoman architecture has some characteristics. Dome of the lead plates was given this name because it is coated. Has two pieces of garden fountain.

The garden of the mosque was first built 30 classrooms, a theological school there. However, the modifications in later years removed from these madrasas. The mosque is located in the Kaaba and the sailing ship pictures are worth seeing. Evliya Çelebi ‘s central mosque in Mugla, Mugla travelers today is in the works mentioned. http://tr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mu%C4%9Fla_Kur%C5%9Funlu_Camii

Şucaaddin Esseyyit 1494’ye built this mosque in the center of the province of Mugla. Window in front of the pulpit, dated 1853 and inscribed Muderris repaired by Mehmet Efendi Rahmi yazılıymış dome covered with lead. Therefore, the name given to the mosque Leaded Mosque. Serif Efendi mosque once more in 1900, had it repaired and added a portico in front. In addition, repair the mosque inscriptions dated 1853 and 1900 bulunmaktaymış. mosque patron of the mosque is the tomb of Dr. Esseyyid Şucaeddin’in window in front of the pulpit, and on the tomb of "Ban-i-Sharif Mosque Hazel Dr. Esseyyid Şucaeddin 899 (1494)." Yazılıymış. At different times in the mosque feature a large extent lost due to repairs. Only on stone plinth with a round body, protecting the authenticity of a single balcony minaret. Sources in front of the mosque, madrasa and a three-cell is written in the present gelememiş any trace of this theology school. http://gittiklerimden.blogspot.com/2009/11/mugla-kursunlu-camii-serifi.html

“Continue walking north into the bazaar, its narrow lanes jammed with artisans’ shops and small local restaurants. Giant plane trees add shade. Proceed up the hill to see Mugla’s Ottoman houses, many of them in good condition. The winding alleys between whitewashed walls give it a classic Mediterranean ambiance.” Turkey Guide Book

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Arasta Ottoman Bazaar

“The Arasta which was known as the old bazaar of Mugla is still in function with its several little shops. It is a place where the tourists who like to experience a bit of history would never pass through. There are tinsmiths and ironsmiths and shops built in guild system in this area. One can find souvenirs before going back home.” (Mugla City Map…Not sure what they meant about tourists would never pass through. I think they meant tourists should not miss. Think that got lost in translation.)

I bought some light-weight, loose, elastic waist shorts and Randal and I bought elastic waist pants for very little money. Light-weight, loose and elastic are essentials for roastingly hot weather. Cheap is good too. Judy bought some shorts too.

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Long handled small pots for making Turkish coffee which is also an art.

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All roads were interesting…..

Everyone sort of followed me, a winner of the Blue Ridge Bicycle Club’s Wrong Way Donnie Award. But we also had some maps so had a vague idea where we were heading….to see the Ottoman Houses. I don’t know if tourists “never pass through” or just don’t really come to Mugla, but we seemed to be the only ones around. Which, after Marmaris and Bodrum, it was a real treat to be in a real place.

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This was the shop of either a blacksmith or cooper…now an artisan. But no one was there to ask.

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Maybe he was here with the guys playing tiles or cards… or waiting for?

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Winding white-washed homes along the narrow town roads that climbed up from the city center.

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Judy asked if we could take their photo….Randal retrieving an empty water bottle that had fallen from the motorbike.

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Randal is fascinated by these stone with rows of timbers which we’d first seen up in Lake Ergidir last year.

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I was fascinated by walls and doors just begging to be painted in watercolors…

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Judy, Randal and Bill fascinated by something….

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I read something about single doors and double doors, one being Turkish and one Greek. Don’t know what this is. We saw lots but missed lots so have a great excuse to return to Mugla when the weather is cooler. Actually because we were up at a higher altitude and away from the coast, it was already cooler.

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Artistic security and some locks CCC and Kale for friends Peter and Jane….who I promised way more lock photos as Peter is a lock inventor/expert and Jane knows lots too.

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Glass for security or art?

In China glass was put on the tops of walls in neighborhoods. We guessed this was to prevent someone from getting up to the balcony above the door. But maybe it’s art.

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Clock tower built in 1895 by Master Elvari (map info) 

It was noon and time to find some lunch which will be in part 2.

http://svbebe.blogspot.com/2012/08/day-trip-to-mugla.html Judy’s full write up about our day in Mugla.

This info is from Mugla University website for the history of Mugla.

The province of Mugla, located in the southwest corner of Turkey where the Aegean Sea meets the Mediterranean, includes popular holiday destinations, such as Gökova, Bodrum, Marmaris, Datça, Milas, Dalyan and Fethiye. With its beautiful resorts, impressive ruins of past civilizations, magnificent landscapes and vast beaches, thermal waters, rich flora and fauna, as well as accommodations, restaurants and entertainment choices to suit every taste, this region has something to offer to everyone.

The Mugla region, called ‘Caria’ in ancient times, has for centuries been a leading social, cultural, and historical centre. The first known inhabitants of the region between the Dalaman and Meander rivers were ‘Carians’ , going back to 2000 BC. Sice then, numerous ancient societies and Anatol ian civilizations including Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Seljuk, and Ottoman have existed here .The region came under the rule of the Ottomans in 1390, starting the era of Turkish sovereignty in Mu gla. Mu gla, the province’s capital, is a charming city that stretches from the foothills of Asar Mounta in onto the plain bearing its name. This modern and peaceful city with low population growth rate is famous for its unique architecture. The picturesque homes with whitewashed walls, red tiled roofs, and distinctive chimneys have gained such fame and been placed on the protected buildings list.

Since the economic development of the city mostly relies on tourism; the natural, cultural, and historical beauties of Mu gla have always been protected. It is indeed a city keeping past for the future. Among the places well worth a visit are: the Mugla Museum with fossils of extinct animal species excavated in the village of Özlüce; the historic trade guild’s markets; Saburhane, where historical houses, shops, and cafes offer a breath from the past; Kurþunlu and Ulu Mosques built some 600 years ago; the Olive Merchants’ Building; and the Konakaltý Cultural Centre. Also located 3 kilometres from Mugla city centre is the region’s renowned highland summer retreat known as ‘Mugla Yaylasý’ with its tall plane trees, fruit orchards, vineyards and vegetable gardens.

Mugla city is a hub for transportation, and coaches run directly from the otogar to all neighbouring towns and major cities of the country. The highways in Mugla are connected with the highways of Aydın, Denizli, Bodrum and Fethiye, linking Mugla with the rest of the country. There are two international airports in the province; Dalaman and Bodrum-Milas. Mugla province, which accomodates 19 marinas and slips, has the longest coast in Turkey, 1124 kilometres. Regular boat trips are available between the coastal resorts as well as to neighbouring Greek Islands. Mugla has a Mediterranean climate, hot and dry in summer and warm and rainy in winter.

Living in Mugla means being only an hour away from the most talked about tourist destinations. Famous antique cities such as Halicarnassos, Knidos, Mylasa, and Kaunos, hundreds of magnificent bays with unmatchable beauty, places like the Blue Lagoon, the Caretta Caretta Beach, the Patara Beach, the Butterfly Valley are only a few to mention, which make the city as attractive as it can be for the 3 million tourists hosted annualy.

Mugla is very rich in respect to endemic types of vegetation. On the agricultural front, the region is famous for the production of honey, olives, olive oil, citrus fruit, almonds, various herbs, and greenhouse vegetables. Mugla is a heaven of monumental trees and more than two thirds of the Mugla province is covered with forests. The wildest natural beauties are within only a short distance from the city centre, giving endless possibilities for escapes to spectacular countryside. You can also engage in countless outdoor sports, some of which are trekking, mountain climbing, hang-gliding, cycling, riding, fishing, sailing, diving, and other water-sports. However, if you are in a mood for having a great night out, the lively towns of Bodrum or Marmaris are waiting, where you can’t close your ears to the call of the night. Once the summer begins, the world of entertainment virtually moves from Istanbul to the south of the country where spectacular festivals, performances, and concerts take place. Mugla University has been, in every sense, a leading stimulus for the development of Mugla. Thousands of university students coming from the other cities of Turkey with different ethnical and cultural backgrounds, enhance the social structure of the city. They give the city a new identity as multicultural, free, peaceful, and western.

The richness of the natural beauties, the pristine waters, and the magnificent historical and cultural heritage are all represented in the emblem of the University. When the academic year starts, the city welcomes students who dramatically change the population and appearance of the city. The blend of natural and historical resources with the vitality of students is rapidly moving the city in the direction of becoming a centre for educational and cultural affairs. http://www.mu.edu.tr/EN/sayfa.aspx?skod=2155&bkod=77777777&mkod=3427

Or friends at Aciktim

 

Merhaba,

   I started writing about our love affair with the wraps at Aciktim our first visit to Marmaris.  Well we still love those wraps and we’re pretty fond of the crew that works there too. 

Ru

Aciktim

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Best dôner kebab in Marmaris!

PTT çikmazi is Turkish Post Office alley….I just learned what çikmazi means.

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Only thing better than lunch at Aciktim is lunch at Aciktim with friends!

Besides Randal and me, were Betty and David from Sundance and Judy and Bill from BeBe. We met Betty and David when we were all anchored in the river in Kuching, Malaysia during the East Malaysia Rally and Judy and Bill in Puteri Harbor Marina in Johor, Malaysia. Sundance came up the Red Sea the year before we didn’t. (That was the last year people went fairly safely and before the Quest tragedy.) BeBe was in India with us and along with friends Linda and Michael on B’Sheret and several others, shipped our boats to Turkey.) Sundance and BeBe were trying to figure out if they’d ever been in the same place at the same time and if they shared other cruising friends besides Randal and me.

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Aciktim Cast of Characters…….

Serdal (arm outstretched, sidekick; ) Doğan (head guy;) Osman (striped shirt, new older guy,) Ersin (the kid.)

We met Doğan our first visit to Marmaris and declared Aciktim’s the best dôner kebap in Turkey. Serdal, Ersin and now Osman we met this year.

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I asked them to pose!    Doğan and Serdal facing , Osman and Ersin in the back

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Doğan slicing up some of the wonderful chicken for our dôner kebap wraps. 

Dôner means revolving and kebap means roasted meat. The marinated chicken or meat revolves around on the vertical spit with a heater behind it. It is sliced off in thin strips and then is further heated on the grill. Really good! We had a favorite dôner kebap place in Ashdod, Israel. Those were served on hollowed out crispy baguettes with a spread of humus instead of the mayonnaise and ketchup they use here. In Israel they cut the chicken with an electric shaver! Aciktim crisps up the wrap which makes it taste really good. If you want it served on a toasted sandwich of the wonderful Turkish bread, they do that too. Randal has started eating his that way, but I like the wrap. Randal and I eat here at least 2 or 3 times a week. Maybe even more. One Sunday Aciktim was closed. Betty and I had been shopping around the old town area so ate dôner somewhere else, but it wasn’t as good, at all.

We’d asked Doğan to come visit us on Doramac. Finally one night he came and brought the guys with him. We were glad to have them all. I did snacks: it was about 11:30 PM when they arrived, but anyway, there’s no way I’m offering to cook for these pros.  Aciktim is open until 9:30PM and then they all went home to clean up and then finding Dock A in Netsel Marina at night, not so easy. A is nowhere near B, but comes after N!   It was a fun visit! 

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Serdal, Doğan, Ersin, and Randal, snacks and Glenfiddich!

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Serefe! (Cheers in Turkish)

Just some foolishness

Merhaba,

   I spent way too much time on the boat yesterday.  Luckily there was only a small piece of banana bread left and no chips.  So this morning I left fairly early for a long walk along the coast.  I thought I’d walk and then stop for a Turkish coffee, read my Kindle and then walk back.  I found the dolmus stop for the towns of Icemeler and Turunc.  I found stands that sold magazines…way too expensive and I found that walking along the beach promenade in the summer season is way too hot and quite boring.  It’s hundreds of empty beach chairs along the water side and hundreds of empty bars/restaurants along the other side.  So I cut over and walked back along the main road and that was better.  Lots of small shops selling beach necessities, lotions, sun glasses, towels, flip flops, bathing suits, things that say Marmaris!.  None of the coffee shops seemed appealing and the outside seating was mostly in the sun.  I decided just to walk back to the boat and eat a peach.  I also finally decided that I WOULD BUY A MAGAZINE which is what prompted this whole somewhat goofy email.  I need to get a life!

Ru

    If you don’t do something right away, you don’t do it. Maybe you forget, maybe you never have time, or maybe, as I can easily do, you think yourself out of it. After a week of arguing with myself, I finally bought a ridiculously expensive “ladies magazine.” Harper’s Bazaar. I really wanted Vogue, but that was even more ridiculously expensive, though at that point what’s a few more Turkish Lira here or there. But I drew the line and took the cheaper but just as enticingly fat Fall Fashion Issue of Harper’s Bazaar.

The magazine was printed in the UK so the first price is given in Pounds £4.30. The price in other countries follows: US $ 8.99, Canada $9.95, Australia $10.99, New Zealand $14.99, and France €6.95, and Italy €7.95 in Euros. Now $8.99 in the US would have given me pause. But even that isn’t as bad as the price in Turkish Lira which is 19 TL or $10.61 American Dollars. The Vogue would have been US $12.84. Other magazines like Elle, MarieClaire were more expensive and less appealing. As it is, I don’t know why I needed to buy this magazine, I only know that I NEEDED TO BUY THIS MAGAZINE. It’s something that hits me every now and then, though it has nothing to do with clothes or keeping up with fashionistas. If it’s not loose, comfortable, and fairly inexpensive, I don’t buy it. Unless I truly love it, will wear it for years, and it’s only sort of expensive. Shoes are exempt: they have to be Good or they don’t work or last at all. And it’s hard to lose them. I lost my Tana Toraja, Indonesia scarf in Cyprus and my Cyprus scarf in Israel. I still have my Israeli scarf….at least for now when it’s too hot to use it. I lost those scarves because they were worn more for decoration than necessity so I didn’t miss them when they fell by the wayside. The Tana Toraja scarf left me at Kantara Castle in Cyprus and the Cyprus scarf left me on Temple Mount in Jerusalem. Hope they are having good lives with their new owners.

    But back to this odd “need” for Vogue or whatever. I actually read the Vogue book and movie reviews and some of the interviews are usually pretty interesting. The clothes were so “couture” that to me they were more like costumes than clothes. But it was fun to look, and flipping through the pages was like watching a costume drama on TV or Dallas. For me, books, while entertaining offer less escapism. Movies don’t cut it either. Marshall McLuhan would say those mediums don’t reach me the way a magazine does. And though I am already a place where people except to, sometimes I need to escape from it. Maybe looking at magazines is like window shopping;  it’s the ultimate “just looking.” I know lots of magazines have web versions and there are “blogs” that cover about everything; BUT IT’S NOT THE SAME AS FLIPPING PAGES. At least not for me.  And since we buy our wifi time from Turkcell, maybe it works out the same either way. 

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Magazine Stall in the Old Town where the magazines are çok pahali ( very expensive)

National Geographic was only available in Turkish or I’d have bought that too.

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Ukrainian Woman (marble)

Marmaris 1st International Sculpture Symposium April-May 2008

Volodymar Kohmar is the Ukrainian Artist

She is just near the magazine stand and from the look on her face found the magazines too expensive also.

Speaking of art, I actually got out some art supplies yesterday. My artist friend Heidi shared one of her many techniques of using water color. You put watercolor on a piece of glass,  and then press paper onto it and then depending on what you see in the patterns….or you just use the paper and “make something happen.” Hers are wonderful. Mine are not. I have not learned how to use the right amount of water or LEAVE WHITE SPACE.   My subjects were a knife, fork, and two spoons from the set given to us by Charmaine and Linda. I used purple and black to try to catch the shimmer. No suck luck……

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Way too much paint and too much of one solid blob…..

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In real life the black ink I used didn’t do the job so I lost interest but might add a wine goblet and water glass that were also gifts from Charmaine and Linda. But at least there was more white space to maybe look like shine…..

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Then these blobs reminded me of women doing yoga…..

Hopefully when we return to Marmaris after our fall visit home, there will be more cruisers here and I can find an art buddy. What I did stumble across is the International Academy of Marmaris which is actually located 12 miles away in Turunc. I hope I can maybe find an art teacher there. I will take the dolmus to Turunc this week and try to find the place

Randal and I have been there by motorbike and hopefully when the final motorbike paperwork is ever straightened out, we’ll bike there again. In the meantime the dolmus is fine.

  "IAM(International Academy of Marmaris) s a centre for art and culture. It belongs to a social foundation and is a non-profit organization. The buildings were erected by private initiative. The result is a wonderful building complex with a unique atmosphere. It meets the highest expectations and aspirations and is available as an international meeting place to people from all countries for activities in all fields of arts and crafts. In this beautiful setting, IAM offers an opportunity to combine intensive work with leisure-time activities and culture. In these surroundings combining sea, sun and nature, this is the ideal place to recharge your batteries, generate new ideas, exchange views with old or new friends and develop joint projects." http://www.akademimarmaris.net/index.php?&chlang=_e&myp=&txt_src

One last thing…  I have been doing lots more reading thanks to my Kindle.  I do find that some Amazon books priced for free are worth about that amount.  But some are surprising good.  The one I’m reading now was less that $4 to download.  I may have paid less; it may have been free.  I can’t remember but I don’t buy them for more than $4.  I am reading Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas. It is a wonderful book. I love the way she writes.

  "When Abigail Thomas’s husband, Rich, was hit by a car, his brain shattered. Subject to rages, terrors, and hallucinations, he must live the rest of his life in an institution. He has no memory of what he did the hour, the day, the year before. This tragedy is the ground on which Abigail had to build a new life. How she built that life is a story of great courage and great change, of moving to a small country town, of a new family composed of three dogs, knitting, and friendship, of facing down guilt and discovering gratitude. It is also about her relationship with Rich, a man who lives in the eternal present, and the eerie poetry of his often uncanny perceptions. This wise, plainspoken, beautiful book enacts the truth Abigail discovered in the five years since the accident: You might not find meaning in disaster, but you might, with effort, make something useful of it."
http://www.abigailthomas.net/abigail-thomas-three-dog-life.html

We have a 3G dongle because the wifi in the marina isn’t so great and my computer, even with the small antenna booster, just won’t connect. Every place else in the world it worked, but not here, hmmm. So I use my computer and the dongle to order books sent to my Kindle. After I order the book and ask it to be sent to my Kindle, I turn the Kindle on, turn the wifi on and a 3G symbol appears and downloads the book. Now the Kindle isn’t connected to the dongle so, to me,  it’s mind boggling magic that this works. At least I think that’s what’s happening. I can pick up the marina wifi if I go up on our flybridge. Maybe the Kindle is remembering that, but I don’t think so. I think it’s the 3G. Anyway, I’m just happy it works.

Just a day in Marmaris

Merhaba,

Morning Walk

      Every morning I go out for a walk. In the past week I was lucky enough to have some company. Cyprus friends Sharman and Cliff were here as were Betty and David, friends from Malaysia who were in Israel while we were there, just in a different marina. Sometimes even Randal will walk, if we are going to the Thursday market or if we leave late in the morning and walk to town for a lunch time chicken doner at Aciktim. Well Sharman and Cliff have returned to Cyprus and Betty and David have gone off cruising, so for now, I’m on my own.

This morning I decided to explore the road running uphill just past the West Marine Store. I had plenty of uphills in Bodrum and enjoyed the exercise.

It’s a trudge from our boat at on dock A at the far end of the marina to the gate where the marina opens into town. There’s no shade and it seems as if there are as more cars, delivery trucks, and motorbikes than there are people walking; I’m always having to move for something. It’s a boring walk and I’ll be happy when we have our permanent berth closer to town, the small marina library, and the Migros grocery store. There are some upscale shops at the edge of the marina and it’s always fun to look in the windows, but I didn’t do that today. My goal was to find that hill and see where it went.

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Our berth A 6.

See the big white cruise ship in the lower left corner. The dock near it, in shadow is A. It is no where near B C or D. We are near the right corner by the dolphins. We would like to be near C D E or F.

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“Turkish Starbucks”

A new coffee shop opened just across from the entrance to the marina. Randal and I have been there three times. In Israel we got addicted to the wonderful, thick ice coffee blends. None to be found in Marmaris, but a close second, though way WAY more fattening is the ice coffee frappe served here. I had a caramel version and that was really good. Randal likes the chocolate. Our friend Gwen who has lived in Marmaris for years and Netsel for the past 5 or so, says this place won’t last: too expensive. So far it seems to be busier each time we visit, especially since people returning to their cruise ship docked just outside the marina (just across the dock from us) have to pass by.

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I like walking along the canal past the small fishing boats.

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I love outdoor stairways

We usually walk one street over passing by all of the marine shops. Today I took the road with few shops and more apartment buildings where you can see lots of plants and, if I’m lucky, Turkish carpets hanging to be aired.

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Trellises are lovely and offer shade

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Oil can planters

I love the oil cans used as planters and have one saved for my niece, the only one in the family who can keep plants alive.

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Different regions of Turkey have different patterns and use different materials.

Some carpets are wool on wool, some wool on cotton, some silk, some cotton on cotton. The ones we have on DoraMac are wool on cotton.

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Feeding the cats

I gave this man a “thumbs up” for his kindness to the cats. One of the marine supply shops, run by ladies, feeds them and also collects them to be neutered. When we were there the other day I gave her 20TL to help with the food. Lots and lots of stray cats, but they seem to get along as many shops in the old town put out food.

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The forest comes down to town just behind this neighborhood: here is a small cemetery.

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The road up the hill turned out to be very short, rats.

It ended at the main road that runs along the coast from town, past Netsel Marina and ending at Yacht Marina where we were last year. There are also two or three small resorts along the way, so there is a bit of traffic. Next November , when the population shrinks back down to 30,000 from its August high of 5 or 6 times that number, it should be nice for walking.

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Path in the woods,

Across the Coast Road I saw this path in the woods.

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Someone had established bee hives here.

I was a bit leery of anything that stings after my encounter with a crazy stinging thing the other morning. On the boat! I was just on my way out the door when something started stinging my thigh. And stinging and stinging! I ran back down into our saloon and yanked off my shorts and something small seemed to fall out. Not sure where it went, or what it was, but I had two huge welts growing on my thigh. Each blob looks like it has three tiny sting points. I figure something had flown into the boat, made itself comfortable in my shorts, and then got annoyed after I’d walked around for at least 10 minutes. Good thing it stung before I got out the door. And good thing I’m not allergic. I did end up taking some Benadryl and smearing some hydrocortisone on it. I hesitated to open a new box of hydrocortisone just for this occasion as things, once opened, don’t seem to get used again for years. But went I looked at the box it had Chinese writing and had expired in 2009. But it seems to be doing the trick.

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Cactus with fruit

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I’d seen these in the market but didn’t know what they were or what they looked like inside. Now I know and I’ll have to buy some…. Peaches are in season now and they are wonderful…even the fuzzy skin doesn’t bother me.

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The blue tipped mosque reminds me of the lovely one in Konya.

Though this one has loud speakers, we rarely hear the prayers.

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This canal just dries up and ends. Wonder what it will look like in the winter rainy season? We’ve been told that the mountains around Marmaris trap the rain so the winters are wet. Last year was the wettest in years in Cyprus. Hope this one isn’t the wettest in years in Marmaris!

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Reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting with two “alone people” sharing one space.

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An artist must own this shop!

A great place to buy fruit and veggies between Thursdays: it’s just a short walk from the marina.

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Bar street; or the back side of bar street.

Gwen taught me that it’s the shadiest route from town to the marina. In the morning, before 10 am, shade covers the whole street. Along the waterfront there’s no shade at all which makes Gwen and many of the long time residents mad that the renovation of the area didn’t include shade trees.

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Motorbikes whiz past here every day so this sign is only a suggestion.

Our motorbike story is this; the damn thing is now off Randal’s passport so when we fly home in September airport customs won’t stop him from leaving because he isn’t taking it with him or some nonsense like that. Don’t ask what that cost! And for now we could use it as we did in Bodrum, just around town and then in January we can hopefully get permission to use it for 6 months like we did last year while we were here; and register it and go everywhere. Problem is that where we are now berthed, we can’t get it off the boat. If we move the boat now, we won’t get a “sideways” spot which we are hoping we might get. We would have to be stern to as we were in Cyprus. In Israel we were along side. Thinking about it, Israeli marinas were certainly accommodating, if noisy. Anyway, in September we hope to have our permanent spot and then we can take the motorbike down.

An “American” Story

Merhaba

     As we travel we’ve been asked about "American Food."  My answer is that the U. S. has food from everywhere because there are people from everywhere and this story from my sister tells that story.  My sister sent me this about her travels just down the road from Roanoke to Hagerstown, Maryland.  She calls it a "Ruthie Story" because what happened is the kind of thing we’ve experienced in our travels.  But it shows that "home" really isn’t always so different from "far away."

Ru

By Harriet – A Ruthie Story

All summer we had been cat-sitting for Andrew’s two cats, Q-tip and Addidas. Andrew was spending eight weeks in Germany and Kathryn was traveling and working and studying, so the cats came to stay with us.  (Andrew is my nephew and Kathryn is his best friend.)

Last week Andrew got back to Philadelphia and now Q & A needed to go home… Rather than us drive all the way to Philly, or Andrew and Kathryn drive to Salem, we decided to meet in Hagerstown, MD. That is sort-of half-way for both of us. I Bing-ed “Restaurants in Hagerstown” and decided on Laila’s Kitchen. They had a very interesting menu with both meat and veggie options that worked for all of us. To see all the menu choices check their web site: www.lailaskitchen.com

Anyway, for some reason, on Saturday I decided to call and make sure the restaurant was still where the web information said it was… you just never know… When I looked for their phone number I found that they were closed on Sunday… not good… I decided to call and ask the folks there if they knew of another restaurant near their location that was open on Sunday.

After speaking with the owner, he told me that there were no places to eat anywhere close, but since we were coming from a long distance, and he lived only three miles away, he and his wife would come and open the restaurant for us and asked what items we would like to try. I said everything they had sounded wonderful and we would especially like the veggies. He said he would prepare several items but apologized that he could not promise any of the lamb dishes. I tried to talk him out of doing all this, but he insisted and said he had done it occasionally for other people. So I said thank-you  and agreed to be there at noon.

Finding Laila’s Kitchen from the exit off I-81 was easy. Because it was Sunday there was plenty of space for Andrew, Kathryn and us to park right in front of the restaurant.

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It felt a bit strange to be the only customers

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but Sharif and Laila Basharyar made us feel right at home. 

Although the menu had many choices

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we were served “family style” starting with a wonderful salad that included peaches (I never think to put fruit in a salad, but it was very good.) The dressing was a little tangy and very tasty.

Next was mixed white and yellow basmati rice, pita bread and a platter of chicken, beef and veggies (tomatoes, onions, broccoli and zucchini.) Also there was cauliflower with a spicy sauce.

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Andrew Laila, Har’s husband Jim, and Kathryn

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The menu items reflect their Afghanistan culture and it was all wonderful.

We ate everything; there was not a drop left!

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(Check the web site for more information and a much better description of the items than what I wrote here.)

I really hope we will be able to go back and have another lunch at Laila’s kitchen – but we will plan that for one of their regular working days.

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Laila and Sharif