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"Home is the sailor home from the sea." Good-bye to Colin, Mayor of the Netsel Marina

B Dock  Netsel Marina

Marmaris Turkey

“Home is the sailor home from the sea.”  Good-bye to Colin, Mayor of the Netsel Marina

“Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig me a grave, there let me lie,

Glad did I live and gladly I die,

And I laid me down with a will,

And this be the verse that you ‘grave for me:

Here he’s at rest where he wanted to be,

Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.

Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Everyone’s friend Colin died today.

We called him The Mayor because he helped with so many of the marina activities. He previewed and then showed the Monday night movies.  He hosted the Monday morning cruisers’ radio NET always starting off with ‘Monday Monday’  so that once when he didn’t,  everyone let him know!  Colin initiated the morning coffee ‘social’ at Khave Dünyası and everyone was welcome; cruisers, townies, a visiting  Middle East princess, a seasonal hotel worker from Moldova.  And he remembered names no matter what language they were in.  He was a helping hand when people needed it. 

Colin has ‘gone home from the sea’ and Netsel Marina is filled with sadness.  

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Colin and his wife Jane at Christmas 2014

Ru

DoraMac

Painting at the Dog Shelter

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

     Our time on DoraMac is growing very short; but there’s still time for an adventure or two.  This past Saturday I went to help at the Dog Shelter which I’d never done before.  Wednesday I’m going with Coni and another Ruth to the Movie Theater to see The Second Best Marigold Hotel. In our 3 visits to Marmaris, I’ve never been to the Movie Theater.   I saw the first Marigold Hotel on the plane from somewhere to somewhere.

      Today Randal and I bought two more huge suitcases to pack up books, clothes, art supplies, more books and a few souvenirs that we’ve collected over the years. Pretty much everything else is staying aboard.  Towards the end of the month we’ll take all of our stuff and move to an apartment and then give the boat a good cleaning for when Claes and Bertha return June 1st for a crash course in “DoraMac.”  We are in the process of turning over ownership of DoraMac and when the final i is dotted and t crossed I’ll  let everyone know. 

Ru

DoraMac

Painting at the Dog Shelter

      Several of the cruisers donate their time to the dog shelter.  I don’t go because I just know I’d end up with a dozen dogs and that would not be good.  So Randal and I just donate money to the shelter and to several folks feeding the homeless dogs and cats around town.  But this past Saturday I did go with Maryam and Eva to help paint at the shelter.  We thought we’d be painting the walls in some of the buildings at the complex.  But that wasn’t the case.  We were to do decorative painting!  I think I still have some blue paint in my hair and yellow on my hands, but everything that needed painting was painted.   And in this warm, dry time of year the shelter is at its best with the dogs free to roam around the grounds, warm and safe and dry.  The dogs didn’t seem sad; but you could tell they all wanted to be someone’s.  I really wish people had to take a test before they could own a pet and prove they were worthy. 

http://www.marmarisanimalwelfare.com/  is the website for the shelter

https://www.facebook.com/marmarisanimalwelfare is the facebook page

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http://gayeturkel.blogspot.com.tr/p/night-club-bar-wall-paintings.html  is a link to Gaye Tὕrkel’s website and some of her artwork. 

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The event officially began at 2 pm, but several of the volunteers were already there when we aarrived about 1:30.

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Coffee, tea and snacks were sold to raise funds for the shelter. Lovely decorated cookies too cute to eat!

I bought two slices of wonderful coffee cake to take home.

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Maryam in the white hat and Eva in the peach shirt were painting one of the dog houses.

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Maryam works on the stone wall of the dog enclosure.

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The artist Gaye Tὕrkel guided the artists as they painted and she also added the more decorative touches.

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Unfortunately I was sort of on my own……

My creation with lots of encouragement and some “help” from other folks.  One of the men had started this by painting the roof two shades of blue saying it was supposed to be sky.  He said I should finish it and add clouds.  The clouds (lighter blue paint) just made it look like the roof was half finished.  So then we found some dull yellow and I painted what was supposed to be a sun.  Then I added grass and flowers. 

Then the heart.  Then the I  and   Dogs.

Catching up

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

    I haven’t written for a while as my friend Sheila pointed out recently.  But all is well.  We are in the process of selling DoraMac.  When everything has been completed, I will write about it and introduce the new owners.  In the meantime, Randal is going over everything on the boat so it will be a ready for the new owners who plan to return in June for Randal to do some intensive training.  Then we will open the special bottle of wine to celebrate.

   In the meantime several of us all went off to Annette to get our hair trimmed, cut, highlighted and “fringed.” 

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Coni getting her hair trimmed by Annette before getting the top highlighted.  Me with my new “fringe” or what we call bangs.  I also had several inches cut off the bottom. 

This past Saturday Randal and I went to the small art and culture center.  I’d noticed the exhibit was about Ataturk and knew Randal would be interested.

Although neither Randal or I are experts on either Turkish history in general, or Mustafa Kemal  Ataturk in particular, we are both great admirers of the goals he had for Turkey.  Modernism, equality for women, a secular government.  Randal has wanted a portrait of Ataturk to hang in what will be “his space” when our future home is built.  Saturday we found one painted by a local artist.  It will be perfect.

Benim Atatürk’üm   My Ataturk 1  was the exhibit at the Art and Culture House

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M.(Mehmet) Korkmaz Picture Exhibition

“Dedicated to my dear father Mustafa Korkmaz”

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Mehmet  Korkmaz and Randal with the portrait Randal had chosen.

https://www.facebook.com/people/Mehmet-Korkmaz/1105177803 is the facebook page of the artist, but alas, it’s all in Turkish.

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One day the painting will hang in our house in Roanoke, but for now, it will hang in the saloon on DoraMac.

Below is the translation of the local article about the artist and the exhibit.  The translation is not good to say the least, but two quotes by the artist do stand out and make it worth reading.

Mugla (UAV) Marmarisli retired tradesman painter Mehmet Korkmaz, consisting of pictures of Atatürk “My Ataturk I” 2. Give the name of the collection that opened his personal exhibition.

Marmaris Municipality Culture and Art House Exhibition Hall yesterday (April 21, 2015) to place the opening ceremony;  Vice President Dursun Marmaris Municipality Kaplan, CHP Councillors Acer Celebrities and participated in numerous art lovers.

Speaking at the opening Korkmaz painter;  When I finished school teacher in 1974, my greatest desire was to enter the picture in any part of the fine arts academy.  But I could not enter.

I desire to make images;  My heart is always somewhere in the painting waited When I created the environment.  After retiring, but I was able to capture this opportunity.  Since three years I tried to do something on my own scale amateurish.  Of course I have an academic career.  What my time nor the opportunity to have such a career after this time.  Marmaris three years since, despite not getting the money I wanted and with the possibilities of Marmaris Municipality “Art Street” where I tried to open an area known as the pictures about myself.  No countertop make me money even if I win big picture tirelessly tried to explore new worlds.  That street was my school.  My father Mustafa Korkmaz teachers have participated in the six-month tutorial Aksu Village Institute in 1942, three years after finishing primary school and “trainers” has become known as the tutorial teacher status. My father was a teacher for thirty three years in the village and in the surrounding villages.  My dear father was one of the unsung heroes of enlightenment in Turkey Mustafa Korkmaz gratitude and remembrance mercy goes on, I am dedicating my show my father. “He said.

All studied oil painting technique consisting of 50 pictures Korkmaz exhibition will remain open until 28 April.

http://translate.google.com.tr/translate?hl=en&sl=tr&u=http://www.hurriyet.com.tr/yerel-haberler/Mugla-Haberleri/marmaris-te-benim-ataturk-um-resim-sergisi-il_96773&prev=search

Mehmet Korkmaz has a stall in Iҫmeler just down the seaside from Marmaris.   

To learn more about Ataturk go to this link from our website.  http://www.mydoramac.com/ankara-trip-day-1-part-2-ataturk/  It  tells of our visit to the Atatürk mausoleum and museum complex in Ankara in 2013.  Atatürk was a Turkish nationalist leader and the founder and first president of the republic of Turkey.

Collecting Stories

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Iyi Geҫler

     When we began planning what would have been our trip from Malaysia to India and then up the Red Sea, I started to read books that would help me fight my fear of that long ocean passage and cruise through some iffy parts of the world. None were sailing books or even country guides.  They were stories of people and their connection to places we would visit.   As you know, we never made that passage, but the books I read weren’t wasted.  One of my favorites was Sue Monk Kidd and  Ann Monk Kidd’s Traveling with Pomegranates.  Her stories referring to pomegranates hooked me right off and I’ve been connected with them ever since.  (Except to eat them which I’ve no patience for at all.) 

Ru

DoraMac

“’What’s the point of a bracelet if it doesn’t have a story.”    That’s what I told Bora AYYILDIZ , owner of Bazaar Ayyildiz  when I returned to buy the silver bracelet with the pomegranate story.

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Sterling silver bracelet with small garnets like pomegranate seeds.

Break open a pomegranate: see the tiny glossy red seeds? Now you can see why garnet comes from the Latin name of pomegranate, granatum . To the ancient world, garnet was a tiny glossy red gem, bursting with fire and brilliance.  http://www.addmorecolortoyourlife.com/gemstones/garnet.asp

      Why did I want any bracelet at all?  Along with her lovely clay pipe necklace and earrings, our friend Jane Parker had been wearing 3 lovely silver bracelets (at least one with a boot sale story) and I really liked them so had set off to find one for myself.  It would be my cruising memento/keepsake/souvenir*.   Well, as you can see, I didn’t get the plain silver bracelet I had gone seeking.  But this one came with a pomegranate story so how could I resist?  And to top it all off, when a link was removed  (now on my necklace)  to make the bracelet fit my stick wrist,  it left 6 garnets representing pomegranate seeds, which is the exact number of seeds Persephone ate in the Greek myth of her abduction by Hades.  Below is the link to our visit to Enna, Sicily where I went looking for the temple of Persephone’s mother Demeter. 

Visit to Enna Part 1 of several | MY Doramac  www.mydoramac.com/visit-to-enna-part-1-of-several/    Jun 21, 2013 – (While in Hades Persephone ate 6 pomegranate seeds so we have 6 months of winter.)      

Other countries we visited also had pomegranate stories.  North Cyprus, Israel and Tunisia. Links are below.

Bora Ayyildiz had other stories to share and traditions to explain. 

“If you have bought or received something new, when you first get home you must drink something in 3 quick sips for longevity.”   Longevity for the item or you or both;  I wasn’t so clear about it.  But I remembered to do it anyway.  Bora told me about the pomegranate’s use to foretell the number of children a couple will have.  And about sifta, the market tradition connected with the first sale of the day. 

“In Turkey, after the marriage ceremony, the bride throws a pomegranate on the ground. The number of arils that fall out are believed to indicate how many children she will have.  http://pomegranates.org/index.php?c=5     (In Bora’s version, the guests throw the pomegranate at the door of the new couple’s home.)

“The first sale of the day is called siftah and is considered lucky by traders. The customer should throw the money on the ground to show they are giving it freely and the trader should leave it there to show he isn’t greedy and grabbing. In practice it doesn’t stay there long but this is the tradition -as it was explained to me many years ago) http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/ShowTopic-g293969-i367-k1172875-Throwing_money_on_the_ground-Turkey.html   (Bora demonstrated  after the fact as I’m sure I was his first customer that day as I had watched him open the shop.) 

(I remember the bracelet ladies on the beach at Subic Bay in the Philippines made a big deal of the first sale of the day too.  But it also meant they had no change so I had to take more bracelets instead.) 

And then there is the hair, chicken and headache superstition which I found while researching Turkish  traditions. 

•Hair in comb after combing is not thrown to street; if it is thrown, it may entangle in a leg of chicken, so you may have headache continuously.

http://www.turkishculture.org/lifestyles/turkish-culture-portal/superstitions-512.htm?type=1   So watch where you discard the hair in your comb! 

Bazaar Ayyildiz just near the old mosque at the end of Bar Street. 

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Bora Ayyildiz opening his shop for customers.  Bora = tempest or hurricane  Ayyildiz = ay (moon) + yildiz (star)    Bora was born in California where his parents were graduate students at UCal Davis.  Maybe that explains his name.  I’ll have to return to ask.  But what a cool name if I’ve translated it correctly.

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  Bora showed me this book his parents had made while at Davis.  They collected recipes from the other international graduate students.  Also in the book is a photo of Baby Bora!

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I liked the drawing of the bottles with the Japanese recipe but definitely had to photograph the pecan pie recipe for Randal.  Bora said his dad did most of the illustrations. 

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I bought this pomegranate to model for my painting attempts.  They came out no better than the ones I did in North Cyprus years ago.   I cut it open to see if that would help me began to see it better to paint it better.   I had thought about hanging it up to dry after seeing the ones in Bora’s shop and learning how to do it.  But this one had a ding on one side so wouldn’t have worked too well and it was really too big.  When they dry the seeds are loose so make a lovely sound when you move it.  This one also had a clipped off crown so not so good for drying.  I’m really too lazy to eat a pomegranate though Reverend Ken suggested that it be broken in a bowl of water and the seeds float to the top. 

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I squeezed it into juice which is quite good and needs no sugar.  Lovely color too! 

Memento/Souvenir  because souvenir just didn’t capture my feelings about the bracelet.

“A ‘memento’ is a keepsake of a person or event that has come and gone — for example, a locket once owned by a beloved aunt or the autograph of a celebrity you happened to meet.

A ‘souvenir’ is an item kept as a reminder of a place visited — a place that’s still there, even though you aren’t. Souvenirs are usually manufactured expressly for that purpose, such as that postcard you bought for yourself of Disneyland or a replica of the Statue of Liberty…”

       From “What’s the Difference: A Compendium of Commonly Confused and Misused Words” by Jeff Robin (Ballantine Books, New York, 1994, Page 119).  http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/29/messages/627.html

Pomegranate trivia

pomegranate (n.) Look up pomegranate at Dictionary.comc.1300, poumgarnet (a metathesized form), from Old French pome grenate (Modern French grenade) and directly from Medieval Latin pomum granatum, literally “apple with many seeds,” from pome “apple; fruit” (see Pomona) + grenate “having grains,” from Latin granata, fem. of granatus, from granum “grain” (see grain). The classical Latin name was malum granatum “seeded apple.” Italian form is granata, Spanish is granada. The -gra- spelling restored in English early 15c.  http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=pomegranate

Pomegranate is a very pop­ular fruit all over the Middle East. Though it can’t be proven defi­nitely, the fruit of the “Tree of Knowl­edge” (ets ha-daat [עֵץ הַדַּעַת]) men­tioned in the biblical history of creation most probably was meant to be a pome­granate — though most West­erners would hardly believe it, it’s no­where said to be an apple! Rather, the Hebrew text uses pəri [פְּרִי], an un­specific term meaning just “fruit”. There is also a parallel in Greek mytho­logy, where the earth goddess Demeter [Δημήτηρ] lost her daughter Perse­phone [Περσεφόνη] to the underworld god Hades [ᾍδης] because of one single pomegranate grain the daughter had accepted. http://gernot-katzers-spice-pages.com/engl/Puni_gra.html

Pomegranate stories from the past…..

22 | April | 2011 | MY Doramac www.mydoramac.com/2011/04/22/   Apr 22, 2011 – Doramac will supposedly arrive April 28th rather than the first week in May so … Ann Monk Kidd’s Traveling with Pomegranates was the most …

Ay Trias Basiilica Flip Flop Mosaic and a Lost Puppy:..   www.mydoramac.com/ay-trias-basiilica-flip-flop-mosaic-and-a-lost-pup…   Aug 14, 2011 – Here are the sandals….and the pomegranate tree mosaic to the left of the lower pair of sandals. … Pomegranates were used by the early Christian as a symbol of resurrection and everlasting life.

May | 2012 | MY Doramac  www.mydoramac.com/2012/05/   Instantly DoraMac attracted attention and right after lunch I gave a boat tour ….. “Make pomegranates of blue, purple, and scarlet yarn around the hem of the robe …

The lighter side of Jerusalem | MY Doramac  www.mydoramac.com/the-lighter-side-of-jerusalem/

May 26, 2012 – The hospital also has a sculpture garden and the pomegranate sculpture caught my eye. I seem to find them connected to every place I’ve …

Visit to Enna Part 1 of several | MY Doramac  www.mydoramac.com/visit-to-enna-part-1-of-several/

Jun 21, 2013 – (While in Hades Persephone ate 6 pomegranate seeds so we have 6 months of winter.) My reasons for wanting to visit Enna? In the Netsel …

Tunisia 3 Belgacem Abderrazak Mosaic artist of Eljem |  …  www.mydoramac.com/tunisia-3-belgacem-abderrazak-mosaic-artist-of-el…     Jul 18, 2013 – We spent a good deal of time looking at everything and finally settled on mosaic letters for DORAMAC and a small pomegranate mosaic for me.

Power outage in Turkey

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

   Iyi Geҫeler

Just a quick email to say that the power is off in most of Turkey. Thankfully, like most boats, DoraMac can generate her own power so we have lights and also heat from our diesel stove.  Oddly the wifi seems not disrupted.  Not sure what is causing the problem, but hopefully it will be resolved soon.

Other than that, all is well here.  Sun is finally expected for tomorrow.

Monday movie at Sailor’s Point was The Water Diviner which revolves around the battle at Gallipoli / Ҫanakkale and the early battles in the creation of modern Turkey.  Needless to say everyone watching related to the film in many ways and could really appreciate the story.  Much of it was filmed in Turkey with scenes of the Blue Mosque and Cisterns in Istanbul.  It was definitely a thumbs up.

Ru

DoraMac

Jane Parker comes to visit

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

   Randal has been really, REALLY busy working hard on perfecting DoraMac for her future owners.  Now my works starts cleaning the interior from top to bottom.  So it was a treat to have our London pal Jane Parker come to visit while she is here in Turkey and have some fun adventures these past few days.

Ru

DoraMac

From one of my London emails : “While researching mudlarking I’d found the website of Amelia Parker.  AKA Jane Amelia Parker.  So when we saw her “live and in person” at the Spitafileds Market we had to stop and chat.  Turns out Jane was about to fly off to Fethiye, Turkey  where she owns a home.  (Not so far from Marmaris.)  So we had to talk about our mutual Turkish experiences.” http://www.mydoramac.com/jane-and-jane-young-and-parker/

The rest, as they say, is history.  We’ve kept in contact with Jane since meeting in London.  This year we’re all in Turkey at the same time so were able to have a short visit. 

Jane arrived mid-afternoon Monday on a rather dizzily dreary day.  But no matter, after a bit of a rest, she and I went touring around the Marmaris waterfront and bazaar so she could stretch her legs after the 2 hour bus ride from Fethiye where she has a “vacation home.”  I have that in parentheses as vacation homes seem to require almost as much work and maintenance as boats.  In the evening she and I went off to Sailor’s Point for Monday Movie night.  The Two Faces of January was showing.  Thumbs down was the consensus from the 8 folks who were there.

Thankfully the weather cooperated for the rest of her visit which involved lots of walking both days. 

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Rest stop at Joya Delmar between Netsel Marina and Yacht Marina

Tuesday was a perfect day for the 6 mile walk along the coast and over the hills so Jane and I packed up some Netsel library books to swap at Yacht Marine’s library.  Joya Del Mar, the small resort/restaurant/marina mid-way on our hike,  was the perfect place to take a break.   Turkish coffee for Jane, cappuccino for me, and a shared plate of fresh fruit were just perfect.

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Wednesday we walked another 6 miles to Iҫmeler and half the way back and Jane still had the energy to jump up and down!

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Jane modeling the jewelry she crafts from clay pipe pieces she hunts along the Thames in London.  She selects them for their color and uniqueness as many are just plain tan.  http://www.mydoramac.com/mudlarking-at-new-crane-wharf-wapping/ tells lots about the historic clay pipes found in the Thames and my adventure with cruising pals to find them.  None were this lovely. 

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Coffee morning at Kahve Dünyası

Randal reading the paper, Scruff and his owner Georgina, Colin, Ken, Doug, Jane (red jacket) and Tony.  Between Monday movie night, Tuesday Happy Hour, and coffee mornings, Jane pretty much met the whole gang (minus those off in Cappadocia, Jane and Tom back in the UK, and Princess Connie diligently doing lots of boat work.)  Sean and Ron and Jack came after the photo ops.

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Jane takes a selfie with Mayor Colin                And, of course, Buttons!

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Back to Fethiye

The forecasted rain held off while Jane and I walked the 15 minutes to the small bus station. 

THANKS FOR COMING JANE!!   Next visit will be in London or Virginia.

http://www.janeslondon.com/ is Jane’s blog about life/art in London.

http://www.janedesignedthis.com/ is Jane’s graphics company

http://www.janemadethis.com/ is Jane’s site for her leather wallets and holders.

Old Datҫa

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

    Our London pal Jane Parker is here visiting for a few days.  She has a “vacation” house in Fethiye just down the road two hours by bus.    The weather will hopefully cooperate today as it didn’t yesterday and the forecast is iffy for tomorrow.

     This email tells of our visit to Old Datҫa during our two day hiking trek.   

Ru

DoraMac

AnadoluJet Magazine – July 2010

Write:Melih Uslu

A Break From The Mad Crowds: Datça    What a Wonderful Place This Is!

     The turnoff to the right about three kilometers before the town center leads to Old Datça. This fascinating Mediterranean village consists of a small square and its surrounding streets. All the houses in the village are made of amber colored masonry. White garden walls are crawling with vines, shrubs, almond, and olive trees. Kind-hearted people, who mostly moved here from larger cities, own the local art galleries and restaurants. Müberra Poyrazoğlu, for example, quit her job as a financial advisor in Istanbul and relocated here. She has turned a century year-old stone building into a studio for arts and crafts. Another Datça devotee, Yaşar Aydoğan, is determined to resurrect silk weaving, one of the oldest traditions of the region. Lessons of silkworm breeding have been given to twenty women from nearby villages at an isolated school building in Old Datça. This year there are seven weaving looms and, for the first time in Datça, 250 kilos of silk cocoons have been manufactured. The house of the famous poet, Can Dündar, is also here near pleasant boutique hotels. Can Dündar said of Datça, “What a wonderful place this is!” His personal library will be opened daily for visitors from August 12th. And if you take a break at a coffeehouse in the village of Old Datça, don’t be surprised if the owner asks you, “Would you like thyme, lavender flower, or watermelon tea?”

Honey, Fish, Almonds

The last surprise before reaching Old Datça is the historical windmill farm. It is really an extraordinary experience to enter one of the six windmills that have been waiting on Don Quixote for three hundred years at the entrance of Kızlan Village.

http://www.anadolujet.com/aj-en/anadolujet-magazine/2010/july/articles/a-break-from-the-mad-crowds-datca.aspx

      My three trips to Datҫa have never disappointed.  In 2011 Randal and I traveled there by motorbike and spent the night. http://www.mydoramac.com/datca-knidos-and-palmutbuku/   In 2013 while Randal was off in China, Rhino Randal and I joined a day trip organized by Gwen.  We visited the olive farm and the silk weaving center. http://www.mydoramac.com/data-and-more-part-1/  (part 2 seems to have vanished or was never written?)   

      Late afternoon after our first day of hiking John suggested we drive into Eski Datҫa (Old Datҫa.)  I’d been before and loved the stone houses, narrow streets, and painted doors.  On the way we stopped off to take photos of the old windmills which aren’t opened this time of year apparently as they weren’t opened last visit in 2013 either. 

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The old windmills; off in the distance you could see the new ones that look like airplane propellers.

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Stone houses, artists’ shops, restaurants!  Perfect place!  We were just too early in the season for most of them to be open late Wednesday afternoon.  Maybe it would be different on the weekends.

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Hürriyet Abla Marifetli Eller

Art Gallery and private home according to some internet info I could find in English. 

I knew the word Hürriyet meant freedom and Abla meant older sister and finally remembered that Eller meant hands.  I really like the name of this place!

Hürriyet Abla Marifetli Eller translated by Google =  Hürriyet sister deft hands   Hürriyet  means freedom or independent.  I love the stone and blue doors.

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Lots of cats in Datҫa too.

This might well be an almond tree just starting to bloom.  Datҫa is famous for its almond cookies.

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I love the ladder to the roof of the stone house.  Across the road was something better!

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A wise woman of Datҫa: 85 years young and loving her life

I saw this lovely lady in her yard and asked if I could take a photo.  Her English was excellent so we started to talk.  She has 2 daughters and one son who are all doing well. She moved to Datҫa in her retirement.  Her story includes studying Greek and Latin but when her husband died very young, she went to work as a secretary to support her children.  She has a beautiful stone house, a garden of flowers and orange trees and two cats for company.  She said her life is very happy because her children are well and she has all she needs.  The famous Turkish poet Can Yὕcel also studied Greek and Latin.  Maybe had things been different this woman would have been the famous poet of Datҫa.

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Same door and motorbike from 2013!

Michael’s photo

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Cat in the basket in the window

 

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A friendly restaurant just near the small bus stop.  We had coffee here in 2013!  Two women would have missed their bus if Debbie hadn’t called to them that their bus was about to leave.  They’d missed the previous one while drinking their coffee.

We drove back to the hotel and rested up for dinner.  Even after walking all those miles, I still couldn’t come close to finishing all of the food we were given.  First a huge plate of Turkish Meze.  Then a big salad.  Deb and I had the grilled chicken and the guys had meatballs.  I ate the chicken and some salad, but couldn’t make a dent on the rice or fries.  Last came a huge plate of fresh fruit.  No complaints from anyone about anything! 

Old Datҫa

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

    Our London pal Jane Parker is here visiting for a few days.  She has a “vacation” house in Fethiye just down the road two hours by bus.    The weather will hopefully cooperate today as it didn’t yesterday and the forecast is iffy for tomorrow.

     This email tells of our visit to Old Datҫa during our two day hiking trek.   

Ru

DoraMac

AnadoluJet Magazine – July 2010

Write:Melih Uslu

A Break From The Mad Crowds: Datça    What a Wonderful Place This Is!

     The turnoff to the right about three kilometers before the town center leads to Old Datça. This fascinating Mediterranean village consists of a small square and its surrounding streets. All the houses in the village are made of amber colored masonry. White garden walls are crawling with vines, shrubs, almond, and olive trees. Kind-hearted people, who mostly moved here from larger cities, own the local art galleries and restaurants. Müberra Poyrazoğlu, for example, quit her job as a financial advisor in Istanbul and relocated here. She has turned a century year-old stone building into a studio for arts and crafts. Another Datça devotee, Yaşar Aydoğan, is determined to resurrect silk weaving, one of the oldest traditions of the region. Lessons of silkworm breeding have been given to twenty women from nearby villages at an isolated school building in Old Datça. This year there are seven weaving looms and, for the first time in Datça, 250 kilos of silk cocoons have been manufactured. The house of the famous poet, Can Dündar, is also here near pleasant boutique hotels. Can Dündar said of Datça, “What a wonderful place this is!” His personal library will be opened daily for visitors from August 12th. And if you take a break at a coffeehouse in the village of Old Datça, don’t be surprised if the owner asks you, “Would you like thyme, lavender flower, or watermelon tea?”

Honey, Fish, Almonds

The last surprise before reaching Old Datça is the historical windmill farm. It is really an extraordinary experience to enter one of the six windmills that have been waiting on Don Quixote for three hundred years at the entrance of Kızlan Village.

http://www.anadolujet.com/aj-en/anadolujet-magazine/2010/july/articles/a-break-from-the-mad-crowds-datca.aspx

      My three trips to Datҫa have never disappointed.  In 2011 Randal and I traveled there by motorbike and spent the night. http://www.mydoramac.com/datca-knidos-and-palmutbuku/   In 2013 while Randal was off in China, Rhino Randal and I joined a day trip organized by Gwen.  We visited the olive farm and the silk weaving center. http://www.mydoramac.com/data-and-more-part-1/  (part 2 seems to have vanished or was never written?)   

      Late afternoon after our first day of hiking John suggested we drive into Eski Datҫa (Old Datҫa.)  I’d been before and loved the stone houses, narrow streets, and painted doors.  On the way we stopped off to take photos of the old windmills which aren’t opened this time of year apparently as they weren’t opened last visit in 2013 either. 

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The old windmills; off in the distance you could see the new ones that look like airplane propellers.

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Stone houses, artists’ shops, restaurants!  Perfect place!  We were just too early in the season for most of them to be open late Wednesday afternoon.  Maybe it would be different on the weekends.

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Hürriyet Abla Marifetli Eller

Art Gallery and private home according to some internet info I could find in English. 

I knew the word Hürriyet meant freedom and Abla meant older sister and finally remembered that Eller meant hands.  I really like the name of this place!

Hürriyet Abla Marifetli Eller translated by Google =  Hürriyet sister deft hands   Hürriyet  means freedom or independent.  I love the stone and blue doors.

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Lots of cats in Datҫa too.

This might well be an almond tree just starting to bloom.  Datҫa is famous for its almond cookies.

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I love the ladder to the roof of the stone house.  Across the road was something better!

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A wise woman of Datҫa: 85 years young and loving her life

I saw this lovely lady in her yard and asked if I could take a photo.  Her English was excellent so we started to talk.  She has 2 daughters and one son who are all doing well. She moved to Datҫa in her retirement.  Her story includes studying Greek and Latin but when her husband died very young, she went to work as a secretary to support her children.  She has a beautiful stone house, a garden of flowers and orange trees and two cats for company.  She said her life is very happy because her children are well and she has all she needs.  The famous Turkish poet Can Yὕcel also studied Greek and Latin.  Maybe had things been different this woman would have been the famous poet of Datҫa.

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Same door and motorbike from 2013!

Michael’s photo

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Cat in the basket in the window

 

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A friendly restaurant just near the small bus stop.  We had coffee here in 2013!  Two women would have missed their bus if Debbie hadn’t called to them that their bus was about to leave.  They’d missed the previous one while drinking their coffee.

We drove back to the hotel and rested up for dinner.  Even after walking all those miles, I still couldn’t come close to finishing all of the food we were given.  First a huge plate of Turkish Meze.  Then a big salad.  Deb and I had the grilled chicken and the guys had meatballs.  I ate the chicken and some salad, but couldn’t make a dent on the rice or fries.  Last came a huge plate of fresh fruit.  No complaints from anyone about anything! 

DATҪA HIKE DAY 2 PART 1

Our turn around point was this abandoned site. 

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John, Debbie and Michael climbed to the top of the fortress.  I stayed below (where the red line is)  where we ate lunch.  As of late, avoiding breaking my neck or any other limb has become uppermost when off on an adventure. 

“A point of note on the general settlement pattern of these villages is that the locations chosen were never in the immediate coastline, but always at a mile’s distance or more from the sea and at a relatively safe altitude on the slopes of a hill. The reason was from times immemorial was the fear of pirates, advantaged as they were by the intricate geology of shores of southwestern Turkey and of the many islands and islets that are its natural extensions, in an environment not unlike that of the Caribbean Sea. Piracy remained a serious security problem well until the beginning of the 20th century and especially during the weakening of the Ottoman Empire and the issue often necessitated foreign intervention.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dat%C3%A7a#Tourism

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Blooming time for poppies.

Poppies always make me think of the WW1 poem “In Flanders Fields” by Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.   We checked into Turkey in Ҫanakkale  which is the biggest town near to Gallipoli.  Before our cruising days I only knew of Gallipoli from the Mel Gibson movie.  Now I know Aussies and Kiwis and ANZAC Day. 

http://www.flandersfieldsmusic.com/thepoem.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHJeto0ObxI  is a 6 part series about Australian and New Zealand nurses who served in the Dardanelles and other  the battle sites.  Though fiction, it is based on real nurses who took part and made a real difference in the survival rate of the soldiers and in the advances in the care of soldiers.

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Debbie and John who always had a flask and his tea!

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Michael holding a poppy.  We really are “miles from nowhere.”

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Sparkling wine to go with our bread, cheese and tomato sandwiches. 

I thought my pack was heavy, but John had lugged up a full glass bottle of very cold wine.  I shared mine with Rhino Randal who then needed a snooze.  

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It was lovely sitting and relaxing over some sparkling wine until it was time to get going and my legs felt like lead!  I always walk several miles each day, but Marmaris miles aren’t mountainous miles and I can certainly tell the difference.  I think we averaged 2.something miles per hour the second day.  John’s phone had an app that calculated his mileage and calories burned.  Maybe we broke even considering the breakfast the hotel provided and the snacks along the way.  They also provided a half loaf of crusty bread as a sandwich for lunch which I managed to eat every bit of.

Yea!  Goats!!

Just at the end we finally saw some goats.  We’d seen goat poop and donkey poop and cow poop but no animals except for a couple of turtles/tortoises 

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Michael’s photo 

Datҫa hike day 2 Part 1

B Dock Netsel Marina

Marmaris, Turkey

Merhaba,

   Sending photos has been an issue lately.  Very frustrating.  I’ve divided up Day 2 of our hike into 2 parts.  And I’ve saved our visit to Old Datҫa for the final email of this story.  We met for our huge hotel breakfast at 9 am.  Eggs, cheese, bread, börek, and more.  Should have been able to walk back to Marmaris on that food.  The hotel packed us a lunch to go.  We checked out from the hotel, loaded the car and went off to hike the other side of the peninsula which overlooks the Aegean.

Ru

DoraMac

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This hike was an out and back.  It was shorter but perhaps steeper.  Or maybe my legs were just tired from the 8 miles the day before.  Legs, lungs, everything!

The peninsula – between 15 kilometers and 500 meters wide and with the highest point, being the 1.162 meter high Kocabağ mountain, which at times rises steeply up from both the Agean and Mediterranean sea – extends approximately a hundred kilometers from Marmaris in a westerly direction until Knidos. Besides this important excavation site there are further such sites on the eastern side of Datça itself and below the village of Emecik. Those who go hiking and look closely, can discover little known historic settlements and cultural sites from the Carian and Mycenian cultures through to the Knidian and Roman and up until the Byzantine times. “The Turkish settlement of the peninsula probably began from the sea during the time of the Seljuks”, wrote the specialist in Middle Eastern and oriental studies Horst Unbehaun. According to his analysis the Roman name Stadia for the Dorian city of Knidos changed to Dadya in Ottoman times, out of which emerged the name Datça in the 1930’s.

http://www.gebekum.de/e/gd_e_010.htm

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Michael’s photo

Here we are pointing the way.   And very color coordinated I must say.

I can’t really balance my way across the rocky streambeds so had picked up a light stick the first day.  There was a brisk chilly breeze, but it definitely warmed up as we walked up.

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John has explored many of the hiking trails in the area and had chosen the routes.

A few days prior to the hikes, he had driven to Datҫa to check the routes for bees and rushing streams which can be a problem this time of year.

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An abandoned stone house in a lovely setting.  Very reminiscent of the area around Karpaz on North Cyprus.

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A sign post indicating the route was part of the Karia Yolu or Carian Trail.

http://www.cariantrail.com/

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My camera, John the photographer.

Abandoned stone fountains and plantersin what looked like a planned garden area made a great resting place.  We all managed to have some snack too though it was less than two hours since breakfast.