Onwards my wayward son, or let’s keep driving until we see
some rad calcium covered hills. Pamukkale. A big ol’ white mountain rising out
of dry, arid mountain ranges. An exceptional view when coming into this
remarkable place. Throughout the years the calcification of this mountain has
formed hot mineral springs. Looking like every four star hotels infinity pool,
these mineral springs are supposed to cure illness and refresh the soul. They
are also supposed to be hot. I decided that modern medicine would be better for
my ailments.
Fethiye was next on the trek through the Turkish county
side.
A gorgeous little harbour side town that is the holiday destination of
the Turks and also the home of any foreigner who decided that Turkey was way
cooler than their hometown. This is also where our accommodation reached its
pinnacle with our marina resort situated on the water with stunning views of
the town. Surrounded by big boats and big dinner bills we had a day of pure
relaxation and crocodile rolls. The W.A. girls certainly had a penchant for
alcohol and mild acrobatic skills whilst drinking alcohol. The crocodile roll
involved all participants lying on the ground with a shot placed in front of
them. Utilising nothing other than their mouth they then must proceed to drink
the shot whilst rolling to their right thus completing a full roll and the
shot. Needless to say this resulted in one near drowning another smashed shot
glass, two errors of direction and twelve hearty belly laughs. We then followed
this up with dinner in the fish markets which involved selecting a fish having
cooked the way you want and then paying the bill which equalled roughly a
months’ worth of travel through Asia.
