Our day quietly took some definite shape. Tasya dislike it much. For example, in the morning, at 6-30, we are going by bike, then swim 40 minutes in the sea, eat and go out again at 8-30 on the beach. In the morning we usually there in splendid isolation. As it turned out, the Germans holidays have ended, but the Turks have not yet begun. In June, there are always very few people. And its good.
Finally we visited the city of Olympos. By Tasyas displeasure we again miss ticket office, climbed over the mountain and directly stumbled upon the sarcophagus of Antiochus (the famous one, but why? – no one written). Very ancient, beautifully preserved, with beautiful stone carvings and a false input. Just walk in the grove, we found the ruins of house with mosaics and saved another turtle, taking her off the track.
So we actually came to Olympos. It was a village firmly reminding times of golden medness in Alaska. Modern Olympos consists of a series of wooden huts with hammocks and sun loungers and an infinite number of young people. Apparently, in the evenings there is quite a fun and crowded. Many restaurants propose the same as Cirali-beach but cheaper.
Olympos possible to get by three ways
- traditional – by bus or taxi ride across the upper road
- strange- across the beach Cirali
- Innovative – over the mountain.
During the day, keeping in mind that solar prominences are not very useful, we ate meat with fresh pomegranate juice and go to small rest.
Well, after 3 we have the fun – visiting the valley from the height of the surrounding mountains. However, Tasya is not always happy.
So, trying to climb a mountain with a flag behind the village, we are slightly (up to 150 meters in height) made a blunder and went stride with the quarry on beautiful slope. In this case, completely stripped feet with thorns. But nice view.
Near the Chimera We found sign with a pointer somewhere and went there the next day, leaving a bewildered men near the cash register. New attractions we have not found, but hill up, knees again ripped off and on the way back down the dry bed of a mountain river, bathed in the warm bath. In this case we clearly have opened unprecedented new type of dragonfly Blue Stripe Gigantum. Dimensions hit imagination!
Also, we have thoroughly investigated the mountains on the other side of the bay. It was found that with the tip of Cape down to the beach is simply impossible, that the Turks had planted all the mountains of the special thorn-leg and sometimes you can find something interesting. We found a kite. Les it flight.
All our bike trails, alas, ends completely banal and equally – a glass of orange juice in the lemon grove, the purchase of 3 pastries in a bakery, night swimming, and tea with the abovementioned pastries.
So, Bakery. I need to say something. Already in the morning we decide what we will buy there in the evening. This wondrous place is served by an elderly fat Turk. In a glass case under his large transparent domes exhibited sweets – balls, sprinkled with flour, the tabs with nuts and dried fruits, thin sticks with sesame seeds, tiny little custard cakes, biscuits, golden, juicy freshest baklava, bagels with almond rings with chocolate. It is on the top shelf. Below are cakes – cheese, almonds, fruit, delicious, beautiful. Left refrigerator with sherbet, right – with ice cream. In the garden, of course, comfortable and can drink any sort of tea or something like it. By the way, for some reason all the time playing jazz. And Turk play with Tasya the game – if he is behind the counter, then, as if quietly, puts in our package a couple of additional cakes. Personally, I like them so much! The only bad thing that the restaurant is not give Tasya unnoticed additional leg of lamb….