A hair-raising journey

Trip Start Nov 09, 2007
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Trip End Feb 03, 2008


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Saturday, November 24, 2007

After breakfast I spent the next 2 hours glued to my computer, watching the live streaming of the election count, as provided by the ABC. The girls found something far more useful to do, but I couldn't help but watch a new government being elected.
On the map, we only had about 200km to travel so it looked like it wouldn't take too long. We were to learn that in Turkey, distance is not always a good indicator of time. Given that it eventually took us 5 hours to travel this distance, that's an average speed of just 40 kmh. How could this be? you ask. Well I have one word. Mountains. I cleverly suggested to Jess that we should use the shortest route. 'It misses the major towns and looks much more interesting' Actually, both statements are true, but after your 2000th hairpin bend the scenery starts to become a little redundant.
We stopped at a likely looking restaurant for lunch, in the middle of nowhere. As we took our purchases to the cashier (it was like a cafeteria), you could see the cogs going in his head 'how much can I get away with here'.
'30 lira' he told me
'30 lira? Are you sure?' I asked. This bore no resemblance to the prices on the board outside, which would have suggested a total closer to 20 lira.
'Sure' he replied, shifting in his seat a little. Still I had no option but to pay, but it was another example of someone here trying to trick me.
We wanted to cut off about 10 kms of the journey by taking a smaller road that chopped off a section that we would have had to take if we stuck to the more major roads. This turned out to be almost vertical up, then down again. This 20 km stretch of road took us over an hour. Mind you, the scenery was breathtaking.
In the middle of all this, tired and stressed, we came across another Jandarma road block. Thinking they must be on to me, I handed over my driver's licence again. This time it was not enough, they wanted to see my passport. I opened the boot to get it out and panic stations - it was not where it should be. The armed escort looked on suspiciously as I hunted around for it. Luckily I remembered that I had given it to Jess a few days earlier and it was in her handbag. Panic over. They told me to have a nice holiday and we went on our way.
We limped into Kas right on sunset. Said sunset was magnificent as we descended from the heavens into the town. My research suggested that Hideaway Hotel was the best place in town. We found it and I asked to see a room. So far so good, the rooms were great. Next the price. I had been quoted 120 lira when I had enquired by email, and sure enough he told me that normally it would be 30 lira per person but I could have it for 25, 100 lira in total. 'Gee' I said, 'do I have to pay 25 lira for the kids too?'
'OK, 80 lira total'.
'Including breakfast'
'Ah, yes'
'OK then, we will stay 3 nights'
The view from our room (we have our own, the girls have theirs) is of Kaš harbour. Upstairs on the terrace, where breakfast is held you have sweeping sea views and you can see a Greek Island lying just off the coast.
We wandered down to the town and found a place to eat. I chose Dolphin (the restaurant, not the animal) based on the recommendations on the Net that I had researched, but it was nothing like what it should have been. Very average and very expensive. When I came back and consulted my notes, the owner has since moved on to another place. Hmmm. Read more carefully next time.
Sad bugger that I am when we came back I watched the Howard concession speech (Ah how sweet it is) and gleefully checked the results in Bennelong. Really, couldn't happen to a nicer bloke. Ha!
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