Trip Start Apr 04, 2007
115Trip End Oct 22, 2007
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Arriving fairly early in the day (about 9:30am for us early risers) we had the place to ourselves. After a tour around the area, we were educated in the art of mud bathing. First one wallows in the pit of mud, covering oneself head to toe in said mud. Next, one stands out in the chilly breeze, under the sun to bake. After all of the mud cakes and dries on you, you are the allowed to traverse over to the cold showers, rinsing off said mud. Then, screaming like a little girl and shivering uncontrollably, you are allowed to run over to the hot springs and warm up. This left us miffed as to why the showers were so far away from the mud bath, yet the hot springs were so close... we came to the conclusion that it was probably for the entertainment value of the Turkish staff. We stripped down and dove in.
We somehow expected the mud to be warm... it wasn't. However, as a group, we lathered up in the mud and slopped on as much as we could.
After this, we hopped back on the boat and headed for food. We were brought to a nice river front restaurant buffet. After filling our plates and sitting down (again the only group there) the landing boats full of gray haired German and Italian tourists arrived. The horde took some time to end, but we eventually got back in for seconds. Waddling back onto our boat, we set off for the beach. The beach near Dalyan is famous for being a loggerhead turtle nesting ground, protected from developers. It is absolutely gorgeous, with soft sand, turquoise water and stunning views. Two hut areas with shop, change rooms, and bathrooms exist, as well as a long line of wooden beach chairs. In saying this, it was a very very hot day and there was no shade anywhere. We tried renting an umbrella, but apparently they don't do that till summer. So, we opted for a quick dip in the ocean followed by much sun screen and a hat over the face.
We had split from our group and taken an area where no one else was around for some area. Sure enough, a loud Turkish man and his wife and kid decided to take the one seat next to us (as opposed to the huge areas he could have had alone) and talk very loudly on his cell phone. After about 20 min. plus many scathing looks from us, we gave up and went for a walk. Gabrielle beach combed for shells and rocks and I found a nice spot to avoid paying the 1 Lira fee for the toilet and enjoyed the view.
After the beach, our group got back on the boat and cruised slowly down the river.