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In and Around Adana

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It seems empires could rise and fall in the time it takes me to write a blog post lately.

The first days of October have been an absolute blur, with virtually each day full of enough sights and experiences to fill an entire trip. I've been so busy, and at night so tired, I've neglected my readers. All ten of you! Hah. I do keep these journals mainly so I can read them later, and remember and relive the experience of my travels. For that reason I am committed to catching up before the fine details are lost and unrecoverable. Here goes.

Adana, Turkey

My evening flight out of Antalya and into Adana was delayed by about an hour. I flew Sun Express (a Turkish low-cost carrier) and the flight was around $30. I believe it was my cheapest flight of the trip (or possibly of my lifetime). My one-bag aspirations were foiled when the agent asked me to check my bag for being 0.5kg over the carry-on limit. The line was long and there was a feeling of urgency, so I agreed rather than doing a re-pack and waiting again in the line. Oh well.

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Before coming to Turkey, I had been in contact with two girls from Adana for a few months and built up a friendship of sorts over WhatsApp. Ceyhun, who I will just call Cey (pronounced "Jay") and Haya (pronounced "Hiya") were waiting for me outside the small domestic airport building and I recognized them immediately from our exchanges of photos and videos. It was such a warm welcome and I immediately felt safe and happy to have their company. We left the airport in Cey's sporty black (manual transmission!) Toyota HiLux and stopped at a kebab place (I would later determine it was a very upscale kebab place) for some local Adanian cuisine.

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I love trying new foods but it is particularly nice having someone there who can tell you "the right way" to eat it, combine it, and answer any of your questions. This theme would carry on throughout my time in Adana: the girls are two of the most fun built-in tour guides you could hope for. They suggest and plan experiences, adding colour, translating, and making me feel like an instant friend and family member.

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The next morning we headed out to see some of the city. We went for breakfast at a lovely outdoor patio spot on the Seyhan River, one of two rivers that flow through Adana. Adana is located in south central Turkey and has a population of 2.3 million people at the time of this writing. With the influx of Syrians fleeing their country over the past few years, and Turkish villagers moving to urban areas, the population of cities like Adana have increased. Cey shared that there was no official immigration policy for Turkey, so the border with Syria is relatively open. In fact, Haya is a Syrian immigrant who moved to Adana with her family 10 years ago. She shared some stories about the hardships, bullying and discrimination she and her family faced as a result of being Syrian.

Cey is hyper-friendly and personable. She has the ability to make you feel simultanously at ease and also like the most interesting person in the room. She engages people with the unrealized skill of a future politician. She's also an absolute encyclopedia of information about Turkey's past and present. You couldn't invent a more ideal travel buddy if you tried.

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Back to breakfast. A low canopy of olive trees provided a blanket of shade on the restaurant patio. The theme of being served twenty small plates of food at mealtimes continued. There was so much food on the breakfast table that 3 hungry people barely made a dent. My favourite of this morning's food discoveries was a thin, rolled up tortilla with white cheese inside: sikma.

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The wasps were also ferocious. After eating we abandoned our table for a new one and let them have their way with the leftovers. Cey took us on a bit of a scenic tour of the nature near Adana's city edges, and we drove over/on one of their run-of-river hydroelectric dams. Cey said she thinks it may be one of the only ones in the world with a road on top. It was only perhaps 10 in the morning and already 28C by this time (another theme that would continue!) and I was grateful for the a/c in the truck.

Other than the complimentary city tour and breakfast, the day was relatively uneventful: getting my bearings in Adana and a long afternoon nap devoured much of the day. Haya and I later met up for a glass of wine and shared an order of sushi at a restaurant on the main drag, chatted about life in Turkey and life in Canada, and got to know each other a little bit better. From there it was only about a 15-minute walk back to the hotel.

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The next morning the girls scooped me from my hotel pretty early. It was farmhouse day. The farmhouse is Cey's family's home, a citrus farm 20km outside Adana. It's where she grew up and her Dad and stepmom still live there. But first...food. It was Sunday morning, so the girls insisted we go eat near the clock tower where around the corner, a narrow street opens up into a bustling local breakfast spot. On both sides of the street are small low tables surrounded by chairs and stools. Every seat, every table, every square foot of physical space filled with the bodies of people eating, drinking, and socializing. Men positioned down the centre of the breakfast boulevard took orders, shouted, fetched cold drinks, and directed traffic while foot traffic and charcoal smoke from the grills swirled around them. It was loud, delicious chaos.

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Cey and Haya spotted some friends and I was ushered over to their table. Extra stools materialized and we all sat, polishing off the existing plates while new ones arrived. The layperson summary of Turkish food for me at this point: chopped up, charcoal grilled, and exquisitely seasoned meats of varying types; grilled breads reminiscent of naan and soft tortilla; parsley, tomato, cucumber, and cheese, and squeezed lemon. Combine at will and enjoy. I asked what the meat was out of curiosity only. It included liver, spleen, and apparently testicle. All lamb. It was honestly great all around but the liver, called ciger, was unreal. The local beverages were a sour yogurt mixed with water, called ayran, and a red, kind of vinegar pickle juice called salgam which I would later come to realize was very popular with the Turks (though to me, it tasted too much like vinegar or a marinade to be drinkable. I tried it though! The friends we sat with were local owners of a hotel, spoke very good English, and peppered me with questions about Canada. Then they paid for our breakfast! It was Turkish hospitality at its finest.

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We stopped in at the Turk-Islam Cultural Centre which was only 3 minutes away from our breakfast table on foot. We sat and sipped piping-hot Turkish black tea from delicate tulip glasses while a group of performers sang and played traditional instruments. Haya offered some Turkish delight (desserts) for us to nibble on. Perfection.

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We headed out to the farmhouse. I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly, as it must have been my first citrus farm. The house and the grounds were stunning. I think my jaw was on the ground before I even made it through the front gate. The property, like many in Central Turkey, was built among ancient ruins and historical remains. The entry gate to the house is comprised partly of ancient walls and columns from the Byzantine era. Some of the monuments and structures that form the farmhouse grounds are catalogued in Turkey's vast directory of historical ruins. Someone in an official capacity comes occasionally (I think perhaps annually) to check in on their condition. The outdoor dining table is situated near the remains of a small cemetery, and there is an ancient pre-Roman altar (we are talking thousands of years old) between the outdoor dining room and several towering cactus clusters that form part of the landscaping. Cey told me some important artifacts had been discovered on the farm where the rows of citrus trees now stand, and many years ago her father had donated them to the museum in exchange for two less-valuable but still incredibly old pillars. He incorporated them into the pool area, framed them with a metal support system, and hung the hammock between them. Unreal.

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We visited, ate BBQ, sampled some cactus fruit from the plants in the yard, toured the house (built by her Dad), drank wine, swam in the pool, read books about the history of Adana and the surrounding areas, took pictures, and went for a walk through the citrus fields. Inside the house were more priceless relics of antiquity including a mammoth tusk (!) hanging at the entrance to the living room. The farmhouse is a real-life oasis clearly curated over a lifetime. The house, landscaping, heirlooms and fine details create a Mediterranean-meets-Southwestern kind of aesthetic that I adore but could never pull off in a climate like mine. I was shaking my head in disbelief that Cey got to grow up in this place, and absolutely grateful that she shared it with me.

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Touring Edition

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Day 5
I woke up early today to get ready for an ancient cities tour, which meant forgoing my delicious and free hotel breakfast (too bad). There is a small McDonald's on a street called Atiturk, near Hadrian's gate and the tram line, where I was told to wait for an 8am pickup. My plan was to grab a muffin and a coffee at the McDonald's so I arrived at 7:45am, but unfortunately the restaurant door sign showed it didn't open until 10am. Actually, not much is open in the early morning here and I'm not sure why. Breakfast plans foiled, I waited for the tour van. A few other travellers waited and a number of buses and vans showed up to take folks to rafting, to Pamukkale (worth a Google), and my tour which was taking us to three historical sites: Perge (pare-gay), Side (see-day) ancient city, and Aspendos Theatre.

The van scooped up a few more people from hotels along the way to the first destination. Our group consisted of a Canadian (me), two Scots, a Swede, a girl from Holland, and a handful of Brits. Our tour guide Ibrahim peppered us with facts about the region and its history on the drive. He was a local Antalyan who spoke fluent English and had been working as a tour guide for 24 years. He was also fluent in Norwegian though it wasn't needed for our group. We drove by some impossibly ostentatious hotels near Lara Beach. One of which, the "Titanic" is rated a 7-star hotel. Ibrahim said once he toured someone who stayed at that hotel and had arrived in his own private plane. There were also two Russian hotels, one literally called the Kremlin Palace. Interesting.

Along the way we saw many banana farms, cotton fields, sesame, and paprika. Ibrahim explained that cotton had once been the dominant export of the region but it had shifted over time. Now the area has much more tourism and somewhat fewer farms. He himself had picked cotton as a job when he was a teenager.

When we arrived at Perge around 9:15am it was already a sweltering and sunny 28C. There were a few tourists but not many. Ibrahim walked us through the site and explained the historical significance of the various sites and monuments. Perge was originally established by the Greeks as the capital city of Pamphylia. It was founded sometime around 1200 BC! Notably, Alexander the Great occupied Perge with his army in 334 BC. St Paul also preached from Perge in 46 AD. It's south gate walls include two towers 3 storeys high which are gradually being reconstructed and date back to the 3rd century BC.

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Over time the region and thus the city changed hands repeatedly. It was added to most significantly during Roman rule in the 1st to 3rd centuries which is when the baths and the aqueduct (11km long) were constructed. Perge's excavation started only 80 years ago, and there are piles and piles of broken marble columns, bases, and walls marked and numbered for their eventual reassembly into standing structures. The impression you get is that if you were to return in another 20 or 30 years, there will be a great deal more to see. Some structures or portions of them, like the theatre, aqueduct, and baths, were still standing or had been repaired enough that you could experience the layout of the city. The building blocks are typically limestone covered in a marble fascia. In some places you could see the thin layer of marble still overlaying the walls and dividing pools and entrances. A mosaic tile floor was visible in one area of the Roman bath. With a little imagination it was possible to visualize yourself as a Roman citizen of Perge in the 1st or 2nd century AD, standing on these same floors.

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There's a palpable feeling of significance when you visit places like these, and imagine so much history and the lives of so many people who came and went before you. Being able to walk on the same stones as people you've read about in history books, touch the pillars, and stand in the shade of the same walls, is humbling. Turkey has literally thousands of sites like this that you can explore first hand, climbing ancient stairs or taking photos of towering monuments with no other people present. Because there are so many sites and there are fewer tourists and regulations, you can experience history here in ways that you would not be able to do elsewhere.

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Back on the bus, I listened to a few of the podcasts I downloaded to kill time. The bus had air conditioning but it was not up to the task of keeping us comfortable. Staying absolutely still and focusing on something other than the heat was helpful. Before I left for Turkey, I'd asked my friends and family to send me their favourite single-episode podcast (or two). I downloaded them all so I could listen offline. The exercise yielded a very interesting mixture of topics: true crime, psychology, music, history, and comedy. There have been some really good ...and really questionable episodes. It's been fun listening.

The word "Side" (pronounced see-day) means pomegranate in the local language. We arrived around 11am and by this time it was 31C, but Side is coastal so thankfully the breezes from the water offered a bit of relief. Side has a completely different feel than Perge. Perge felt like a crumbling, half-built site you might have just stumbled upon and could explore with some degree of privacy. Side on the other hand is clearly well on its way to becoming a fully-fledged seaside tourist town and has tons of restaurants, shops, and "coming soon" developments. The main attraction here is the majestic Apollo Temple and the six Corinthian columns at the edge of the water that date back to Roman times. I took some back lanes to the Temple rather than walking down the central street to the waterfront and it did afford me a few photo ops without any other tourists (what I always hope for). There is also a Roman theatre in Side. One of my tour-mates had visited in the past and said it was very interesting but unfortunately it was not included in our tour; we were off to see Aspendos Theatre next, anyway, and promised it was much more impressive that the one at Side.

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We stopped for lunch around 2pm on our way to Aspendos. Thankfully I had brought snacks because 2pm is a really late first meal of the day for me! I had the trout which was served whole and farmed locally. It was great. It was also nice to chat with the other tourists in my group and learn about their holiday plans and a bit about what life was like for them back at home.

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Aspendos was something else. Since I haven't yet made it to Italy (other than Venice) or Greece, Aspendos was my first experience of a functioning Roman ampitheatre. Aspendos is considered the best preserved theatre in antiquity. It was built in the 2nd century AD, during the reign of Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius (161-180 AD) and designed by a Greek architect born in Aspendos. The theatre is still used for concerts today, and Placido Domingo will be performing here later this month.

Walking in, you immediately feel the acoustics change. I climbed up the rows and rows of seating until I got to the very top and looked down. Ibrahim was standing on the stage below and talking at a normal volume and I could hear every word. It was incredibly impressive. I spent about 30 minutes just taking in the immense view of the theatre from various positions in its stands. It was beautiful and I can only imagine how unique an experience it would be to watch a live performance here.

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Next, we saw the Aspendos aqueduct and visited with some villagers who made fresh juice for us before we climbed back into the bus for our trip back home. It was a long, hot day (9 hours of sightseeing) but it was filled with so many exciting sights (and sites!). I definitely recommend the tour if you get a chance. It was 50 Euro very well spent.

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Back in Antalya and post shower and nap, I ran into Mariel (the Dutch girl from my tour) at one of the restaurants on the main street. We ate dinner and drank wine together while a live musician sang familiar favourites from Johnny Cash, REM, Eric Clapton, Pink Floyd, and so on. It was a blissful evening!

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Mariel would continue on to Pamukkale (west) the next day and I was off (east) to my next stop, Adana.

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So Many Orange Cats

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Day 3
At this morning's breakfast a couple I hadn't seen yet joined us on the patio and the man was wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs shirt, prompting me to ask, "Are you two Americans or Canadians?" It turned out the answer was both, she being from the states and he being from Calgary (a Canadian). He asked if I was a hockey fan and was subsequently disappointed in my response, if the look on his face was any indication. (For the record, I said I'm not that into sports, but if I had to watch a sport it would probably be hockey. Which I thought was a neutral-leaning-positive response.) He shared that he used to play junior hockey with Jets GM Kevin Chevaldayoff in Brandon. For the Wheat Kings I assume, but this was not explicitly said. That's not even the interesting part. The two of them live in Ethopia and work as Christian missionaries. Pretty wild stuff. You hear such interesting personal stories when you travel.

For some reason my phone was no longer connecting to the internet, so I headed back to the sim card shop to ask for help. They ended up replacing the card for me and since then it has been working. I walked over to Hidirlik Tower which was only a few minutes on foot from my hotel. The site was a mausoleum built in the 2nd century, and sits right on the coast. Like usual, views were unreal.

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I sent a text to my paragliding contact asking about the weather conditions and if we were still "on" for for 3pm. I'd arranged with my hotel to pay for a ride to Tekirova, about 1.5 hours away. We were planning to leave around 12:30pm. Unfortunately around 11am the paragliding contact messaged me and advised the conditions were not favourable so we could not go. Worse, the next day didn't look any better. I asked them to let me know if morning of the 30th could work as that is my last morning in the area before continuing on to Adana. I walked back to the hotel and briefly considered taking a nap...I'm not fully on Turkey time just yet.

I remembered there was a 2-hour boat tour that leaves from the marina every day at 1230pm, so I decided to do that instead. It turned out the boat was one I had taken a photo of the day before. You walk onto the boat on a plank that goes into a painted shark mouth. It's pretty cute.

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It was a bit overcast, and they insisted on loudly playing "party" music on board despite the average age of the group being around 50, but otherwise, the boat ride itself was a great experience. It was kind of goldilocks in that it wasn't too long or too short, and we got the chance to see many kilometres of coast, fancy hotels, waterfalls, and expensive boats.

Many places along the coast here have these elevators that take you down to the beach. It's a really far ways down to the beach so this completely makes sense, but there's something that feels a bit odd about the cliffs being dotted with elevators. Just a funny observation.

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After we got back I did end up going for that nap, and it was delightful. I woke up about 2 hours later and headed out to hunt down dinner and a view. Not hard. I ended up at Mono Hotel Terrace near the Hidirlik Tower again, on their rooftop patio. I ordered red wine and a fancy mac & cheese while typing up my blog for the day. Is it meta to write about writing about the blog, on the blog?

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It's so busy in Kaleici at night. Dramatically busier than daytime, where the streets feel sparsely populated. I suppose a lot of people are out on day trips and tours, and a lot of folks staying in other areas might also come to Kaleici for dinner, considering the great atmosphere.

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I wandered into a tour office and booked a tour for tomorrow to Perge, Aspendos and Side. Tell you all about it tomorrow. Oh, and most of the cats here are orange.

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Konyaalti Calling

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Day 2
Another self-directed day on the Mediterranean coast. Without the burden of work or household responsibilities, what would a sane person do? She'd go to the beach, that's what.

Today I was determined to figure out the (admittedly very easy to figure out) public transportation system in Antalya. The trusty internet suggested taking the tram, which only costs a few Turkish Lira and is managed by loading funds onto a card. You tap the card when boarding the tram, and it auto-debits as well as showing your remaining balance. Maybe this is how all modern-day public transport now works, but it has been a few years since I've taken a bus back at home. When I asked my lovely hosts where to buy an "AntalyaKart" card, they produced one from behind the desk that had apparently belonged to a previous traveler. And obtaining the card was supposed to be the hardest part! As my good luck would have it, the online balance inquiry revealed 58 lira still loaded to the card (a small fortune in tram fares). For those wondering, 58 lira is just over $4 Canadian. When I consider prices, I try to remember 130 lira is roughly the equivalent of $10 CAD. Tram fare, at 4 lira, is exceedingly reasonable (about $0.30). You can pay for most things in lira, euro, or sometimes US dollars, and everyone can do a spot conversion for you. I also use the XE app a few times a day to make sure I'm not overspending or being overly cheap, either. It's easy to slip into new normal and forget what an excellent value it is to travel in Turkey.

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It was a short trek of about ten minutes to the tram station. On the way, I tracked down the post office (which is also the bank?) and sent off some postcards. The tram runs every thirty minutes or so, and I stood in the shade of a tree until it arrived. The temperature was around 27C but it felt hotter in the sun. When the tram arrived, scanning my card was easy. The tram was cherry red with wooden seats and looked a bit retro. I was at the final stop, Muze (where the Museum is) in about 15 minutes. The tram line runs along the coast, and views were great. Taking the tram was a fun experience and once I disembarked it was only a ten minute walk down to Konyaalti Beach.

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Konyaalti is a white pebble beach (no sand). It is long and fairly immaculate, having some kind of water quality designation. I rented a lounger with an umbrella as all I brought in the towel department was a Turkish towel that might have felt a bit lumpy on the rocks. The lounger rental was 50 lira, or about $4. I got there around 12:30pm and the beach was fairly empty...at perhaps 25% capacity. There was a lot less swimming going on than I think I expected. Over the next few hours I "people watched" as the beach slowly filled up (but not all the way up - it was a Tuesday, after all). A man circulated, selling fresh mussels. I was tempted but only watched as my lounge neighbours (local Turks) indulged. Maybe next time I'll be braver. The ocean was cool but not cold, and almost crystal clear. It was perfectly refreshing.

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On the beach I started reading a book on the history of Turkey to put things into a different context while I continue to travel. There is a lot to know, of course and the first chapter was set in about 661 AD, so I've got a lot more reading to do. Luckily there are always opportunities for reading when you're travelling solo.

I wrapped things up at the beach once I was completely dry and decided to walk the 3km or so back to my hotel instead of waiting 30 minutes for the tram again. On the way, I stopped for a margarita with a view, because why not?

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Back in Kaleici, I set out on a familiar quest to find a picturesque dinner spot with Wi-Fi for my tablet. I had initially worried dinners would be lonely on my solo trip. It is a time of day where you might find yourself surrounded by celebration or romance, and no one to share it with. Happily though, the blog provides a satisfying sense of purpose and the tablet is a tiny bit of company at my table. Also providing company: the many local cats who politely slink around hoping for a squid tentacle or prawn to find its way to the floor.

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At dinner I tried a local white wine varietal called the Sultana, or "sultaniye uzum" (missing needed punctuation, my apologies to any Turkish readers). It was excellent! The restaurant called Korykos overlooked the marina and was part of an upscale hotel. My server invited me to go through a passageway around and above the hotel so I could see the night views on my way out. The tunnel takes you to the roof, behind an incredible Roman wall overlooking the whole harbourfront. No one was around. It was stunning and had an atmosphere of significance, like something for which an admission should be charged.

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I ended the indulgent day with a cappuccino and wandered back to my Patio Hotel feeling very full, and happy.

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But First, Breakfast

Exploring Antalya

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Day One
I had set my alarm for 9am local time in order to try to get myself on the right schedule and reduce the impact of jet lag. Breakfast is also served from 8am-10am at my small hotel and capitalizing on a free meal seems like a smart move. Waking up at 9 was surprisingly easy, but I did have a buzzy, slightly dizzy feeling for a few hours.

I walked out to the patio where breakfast is served (indeed, the "Patio Hotel") and was immediately presented with a view of beautiful cobblestone streets, ropey vines, pomegranate trees, cacti and agave, and of course the historic buildings with their Ottoman style architecture. Kaleici, the Old Town, is a conservation district. Every angle and alleyway is a photo begging to be taken!

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But first...breakfast.

My hosts wordlessly and skillfully balanced and brought a wide selection of foods to my table. It included (apologies for my ignorance on this, I am not a foodie): green olives, black olives, a cured meat slice of some kind, an omelet, a crepe, watermelon, several slices of bread (untoasted), tomato, cucumber, and three kinds of white cheeses (one was feta-like). It was not very breakfasty in a North American sense, but since it felt like basically evening to me physiologically, I didn't mind. And I do always try to eat as much of the local food as I can when I travel, so this was a good start. A strong coffee and a water rounded out the feast. Great value for an included breakfast!

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Special mention: the two golden cocker spaniels who hang out hoping for a dropped morsel while happily accepting my pats in the interim.

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I was determined to stay up until at LEAST noon, so I showered, grabbed a map, and headed out to find a sim card for my phone. Having cellular service & internet constantly is a travel game-changer that cannot be overstated. Translation, maps, weather, exchange rates, keeping in contact with everyone back home, not to mention the billions of things you Google when you're in a foreign country, all without relying on a spotty Wi-Fi signal. Finding a sim card was very simple and I went with a 30GB for my 16 days in Turkey - probably overkill - which cost me $24. Not sure if this was a "great deal" or not but as a Canadian used to paying three times that much it was more than good enough for me.

I wandered through the stunningly beautiful streets of Kaleici and saw both Hadrian's Gate and the "broken minaret" mosque (Kesik Minare Cami) on my way back from the sim shop. Hadrian's Gate was constructed in the year 130 when Roman Emperor Hadrian came to visit the Antalya region. They are in the process of restoring the support coumns, but much of the original wall is intact. It was amazing to contemplate my feet walking the same stones as a citizen, labourer or soldier in the Roman empire. The "broken minaret" mosque was originally built as a Roman temple in the 2nd century, converted to a Byzantine church in the 7th century, repaired in the 9th century, and had its minaret added by the Sultanate of Rum in the 13th century when it was converted to a mosque. It changed to church and to mosque once more before present day. The "broken" minaret had its cone restored in 2019 but the moniker seems to persist. Inside the mosque, head covered and feet bare, I walked on the glass panels that show some of the stone components of the building that could not be reincorporated into the structure and are instead displayed through the floor.

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As in all tourist towns, there were markets everywhere. I browsed but didn't shop...yet. Lamps and lanterns, brass figurines, rugs, and gorgeous cotton robes, Turkish towels, and clothes, leather products, and knockoff luxury items like purses, wallets, and sunglasses. Oh, and jewelry. At one point I wandered into a tea shop. It smelled amazing and I wanted to stay there forever.

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It's only Day 1, but the street vendors seem less aggressive than in other places I've visited (I'm looking at you, Malaysia)! Also, not a lot of English is spoken. This may seem obvious but frankly, I've been shocked at how widely English has been spoken in most of my previous travels. With some hand gestures and Google Translate I can definitely get by though!

After a longer-than-planned afternoon nap, I walked to Mermerli Beach, sat on the pier of the Marina, and watched the sun set slowly behind the Taurus mountains. The captivating, haunting song of the evening call to prayer was a special highlight and reminded me of, most recently, my 2019 trip to India with my sister Sarah.

I found a quiet, jungly (that's a word, right?) restaurant and typed out my first blog post over a burger and a glass of white wine, and called it a day.

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Posted by allisonbrianne 19:40 Archived in Turkey Tagged marina antalya hadrian minaret mediterranean_coast Comments (2)

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