Friday, 15 August 2014

Olympus

The home of the tree house and Turkey’s adventure capital. Stopping at Kas on the way to Olympus Em and I decided now would be the time and completely decorate our yet purchased home, therefore a shopping spree of epic proportions began, well we went into one shop and bought a fair whack of his stock. For cheap. Like really cheap. After negotiating our new found home wares onto the bus we took off for Olympus. Once we arrived majority were slightly disappointed as the accommodation didn’t quite live up to its tree house billing. But the rooms were made of wood and near a tree plus they all had cute little names. Ours was the Ginger Bread House, others were the Love Shack, Jandal Ware, Quahog and many others. It was all very rustic and back to nature. Yeah man. 



The beach was quite stunning though and if there had of been surf, well I don’t think I would have left, alas there was none and the reason why I left. Now being the adventure capital of Turkey, I thought it was time that I shook of the tag of being a pussy. It was time to assert my authority as a man and do something manly! I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I contemplated my options. Would it be rock climbing perhaps? Or possibly some abseiling? How about some paragliding? Or lets go crazy and just base jump! After careful deliberation over which activity would allow me to shine as the brave and fearless male I was quickly becoming, I decided that the I should do rock climbing! No screw that shit, I went sea kayaking. Quite happily enclosed in my fear filled life. Forever a pussy! Yes! To be fair though, kayaking was amazing and I did jump off a rock. I know dare devil. I then had to put up with Emma trying to tell me her rock climbing was way more adventurous then sea kayaking. As if. I had to paddle into a cave where bats live. Beat that Metcalfe. Pfft. That night the infamous heads up game made its first appearance on the trip. What followed was a night of hilarity. Some highlights include Mandy calling Nelson Mandela an Aboriginal and an older woman who lusts after young men not being described as a cougar, but rather a squirrel.