Turkey: Day, Um I don’t really know. (Antalya)

I went to plenty of places in between and I’ll share the pics later, but I couldn’t help but remember my first tour in Antalya, a beautiful area of Turkey I hadn’t heard out before this trip.  It was nice to

I got up early on a, uh, morning to make sure I didn’t miss the tour bus.  It was “cool” out and felt great.  The bus arrived and I got on.  This group was smaller and I still didn’t have to share a seat which was nice.  Our very “pleasant” guide got on and we were off.  I had no idea where we were going I just hoped it would be nice.  Turned out that we were headed to a region of Antalya, the Kekova Islands, which was 3 hours away.  The distance wasn’t that great but a good part of the route was through a mountainous area filled with winding roads.

Anywho, the guide walked through the bus speaking to everyone.  And when he got close enough to me he said good morning.  I’m telling you that man must have had some bourbon for breakfast.  Well, I don’t know that it was bourbon but it was definitely alcohol.  I thought to myself, “Oh great! Our guide is drunk already.  This should be interesting.”  He stood there at the front of the bus asking people where they were from and that’s when the silliness began.  I know that on the surface I don’t look “American” per se but when I talk, you would know that I couldn’t be anything else.  Anywho, he asked where I was from.  I said, sounding like a typical Ohioan, “America.”  He asked, “Saudi Arabia?”  Whatever, man.  Even though other people repeated that I was from America, he apparently didn’t get it.

Twenty thousand hours later we reached the Kekova Islands.  What can I say about this place?  Lovely!  And that’s an understatement.  I tried to choose one of my best shots to post.  As if I’m a photographer, lol.

I was really liking the view.  It was so peaceful and serene.  And to think I was planning to cancel this part of my trip because I was so tired from everything, the walking and climbing.  Anywho, the tour guide, still in a drunken stupor apparently, asked me again where I was from.  So I decided to go with something else.  I said, “The US.”  His response, “Tunis?”  Are you freaking kidding me?  He just didn’t want to accept that I was American I

lotspart2 181guess.  But I did get a laugh out of it.  To add to the humor, someone else asked me where I was from.  I thought, “Here I go again.”  The lady’s son told her that I was from Ohio.  So, she asked me about my parents.  I told her that my mom was from Michigan and that my dad was from Ohio.  And she decided to dig deeper.  Her son said that she kept saying, “Something’s not adding up.”  How far did she want me to go back?  My ancestors include Africans, American Indians, English and more recently I discovered also Turkey.  Finally, when I said that I was the only one in my family that looked like this, she was able to accept it.  Darn foreigners!

As part of our trip that day, the boat stopped and we were told we could take a swim for 30 minutes.  “Do you wanna go for a swim?”  Oh, silly tour guide!  I chuckled and said no.  He asked, “Oh, you’re not prepared?”  Again I chuckled and said no.  Picture it, I’m covered from head to toe.  Did he really think I planned of drowning myself as I tried to maneuver myself in the water the way I was dressed?  I must admit, it was tempting though.  Here’s where we stopped to swim, lol.  I can’t help but laugh when I think about it.

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Since I wasn’t “prepared” to swim, I did what I had been doing all day.  I took pictures.  I also started thinking that I would definitely like to return to Turkey, this area in particular.  Prior to my trip I had never heard of Antalya and when I added the stop to my itinerary I no idea what I would see.

I’m glad I went and I highly recommend it to you.  I was there in October which was nice.  The temperature hovered right around 75 F.  Don’t ask me about C temperatures because I have no idea.

Antalya!  I loved it.

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