Horizontal chillage village
Trip Start
Oct 01, 2005
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Trip End
Jul 21, 2007
If we entered Turkey needing some serious downtime then we certainly found it in Olimpos. A string of bohemian campsites nestled along a verdant valley, all with wooden treehouses, a communal area set amid trestled grapevines and full of raised wooden platforms with serious padding, for practising idleness. A bar within a few steps, a beach through the Roman ruins down the road, and a backgammon board for every two guests. A veritable backpacker haven!
The script was concise and eloquent, strongly centred on limited activity and high level laziness, resulting in the mass disintegration of any stress molecules in brain or body.
The four days took on a more or less carbon copied structure:
Breakfast, backgammon, read, lie down on cushions, perhaps slipping into unconsciousness, beach, lunch snack, beer, backgammon, evening meal (school dinner style: removing the need for any potential stress resulting from decision making), backgammon, beer, backgammon, beer and repeat until sleep comes.
And all to a superb soundtrack, and facilitated by the über friendly staff who operated as specially trained chillout doctors. We were surrounded by loads of other sound people as well. We got to know a great girl called Lucy from Malton and a nice Irishman called Mike who liked the place so much he had decided to become one of the staff, thereby receiving free board and lodgings.
The buzzes just didn't stop when we discovered that the mishap at the high altitude lake of Song Kol in Kyrgyzstan, where the Ipod appeared to have reverted to factory settings, ditching all the contents, wasn't terminal, and when connnected to Itunes everything magically reappeared!
We managed to break free of the inertia and on the last day as we wandered back from basking in the sun and swimming in the sea, we explored the ruins that we could see clinging to the cliffs above the beach. Climbing through the prickly undergrowth sweating like mad. Cool place.
The tag line on the flyer for our camp, Bayrams was "So relaxed you forget to breath". Indeed.
The script was concise and eloquent, strongly centred on limited activity and high level laziness, resulting in the mass disintegration of any stress molecules in brain or body.
The four days took on a more or less carbon copied structure:
Breakfast, backgammon, read, lie down on cushions, perhaps slipping into unconsciousness, beach, lunch snack, beer, backgammon, evening meal (school dinner style: removing the need for any potential stress resulting from decision making), backgammon, beer, backgammon, beer and repeat until sleep comes.
And all to a superb soundtrack, and facilitated by the über friendly staff who operated as specially trained chillout doctors. We were surrounded by loads of other sound people as well. We got to know a great girl called Lucy from Malton and a nice Irishman called Mike who liked the place so much he had decided to become one of the staff, thereby receiving free board and lodgings.
The buzzes just didn't stop when we discovered that the mishap at the high altitude lake of Song Kol in Kyrgyzstan, where the Ipod appeared to have reverted to factory settings, ditching all the contents, wasn't terminal, and when connnected to Itunes everything magically reappeared!
We managed to break free of the inertia and on the last day as we wandered back from basking in the sun and swimming in the sea, we explored the ruins that we could see clinging to the cliffs above the beach. Climbing through the prickly undergrowth sweating like mad. Cool place.
The tag line on the flyer for our camp, Bayrams was "So relaxed you forget to breath". Indeed.


