Is This Heaven ?

Trip Start May 02, 2006
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Trip End Mar 02, 2007


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Monday, July 17, 2006

Goodbye Selcuk, hello Yakakoy. Woohoo..

Well, after 10 weeks on the road most of which has been spent in hotels, hostels, private rooms and the like we were very very relieved to make it to the Goldstein Villa in the lovely village of Yaka (the 'koy' used at the end means village).

Yaka is mainly an Olive (yum) and Almond (double yum) plantation village with two distinct harvesting times throughout the year. Fortunately we were there for the almond harvest and were looked after with copious amounts by the locals who were amazingly friendly and super adorable. Leyla and Gary Goldstein (Em Wilkin's folks) own a luxurious villa in the foothills behind Yaka with views over the village and surrounding hills and valleys and had graciously allowed the honeymooners to stay during their absence.

The other town nearby (about 6kms) is the beach village of Palamut. It's a beautiful little beach frequented by holidaying Turks and the occasional westerners that have moored their yachts in the small harbour. The beach has sunbeds and umbrellas and is dotted with restaurants who cater to your every whim should you so desire. Exactly what the doctor ordered after so many weeks of being on the go fairly regularly.

For 10 amazing days we simply bummed around the village doing a whole lot of nothing. We were able to unpack our backpacks completely to discover and wash clothes we forgot we had, find food we'd been carrying for weeks and were finally able to cook or dispose of. We had access to cable TV with ENGLISH language movies, news, gossip shows but sadly no Survivor or The Amazing Race. We had a PC with an U.S. ENGLISH keyboard which enabled us to catchup somewhat on the Travelpod entries. We even had a pet cat for the duration of our stay. Yes, we had all the modcons which was just what the doctor ordered.

Each day we'd getup around 9am, have some cornflakes (a real treat for us), whack on our togs and catch the local dolmus (minibus) down to Palamut beach (5 minutes) where we'd claim our usual possie right by the water and do nothing but swim and read all day long. Well we would move about 10 metres to go eat but that was about it. By around 5pm we'd make the slow 15 metre walk to the road where the dolmus would pick us up and ferry us back to Yaka for a home cooked meal and a glass of wine at the villa. Man, days are tough in Yaka.

In fact to be honest nothing of real interest to anyone other than us happened for our whole time in Yaka. Well actually there was one thing that Kat finds amusing but understandbly I don't.

It was our last day in Yaka and we were making our usual trip to the beach on the Dolmus. It was particularly packed on this day and we were sardined in down the back with a medium sized family and their beach gear who must've come in from Datca for the day. As you can imagine it was hot, smelly and a lack of air didn't add to the fun. So I'm minding my own business and sitting down next to me on her fathers lap is a cute little girl with a strange look on her face. I'm searching the archives thinking, 'I've seen that look before but where was it, hmmmmmmmm'.

Then it suddenly strikes me, but before I could move, vomitfest 2006 had begun. The little girl lets rip all over me, her father and brother. The brother then let rips over all and sundry and to top things off, someone who I think was the cousin decided she wanted a piece of the action. Again I'm dry retching and searching my soul and praying to the lord above so I don't join in the fun whilst Kat's got her head out the window sucking in the deep ones. My god, I have no idea why these kids decide it's fine to upchuck all over me but rest assured I avoid the little buggers like the plague now. Parents, please starve your children before putting them on any forms of transport, particularly if you know I'm in the local vacinity and will be using any public transport.

So that's Yakakoy - Palamut in a nutshell. A truly amazing place not in the guide books (THANK GOD!!!!) in which we were able to really enjoy some real piece and quiet and downtime as a newly married couple away from stinky backpackers (ahhh that'd be us) slamming hostel room doors and constantly telling us of their bowel movements or lack thereof.

Leyla and Gary we can't thankyou enough. We were able to fully recharge, connect with some real live turkish folk with no alterior motive and practice our really bad turkish on them which seemed to be a constant source of amusement. Our door is always open to you and your family in Sydney if you ever decide to visit (the sailing on and around Sydney Harbour and up on the Whitsunday Coast is worth the trip alone). We can only hope to repay your generosity one day so please please please take us up on it.

So that's it folks. Not much more to say except shhhhhhh, don't tell anyone about Yakakoy or Palamutbuku.

Next Pod, Kas - Turkey.

Love,

Nath and Kat.

Ps. Congrats Jax and Matt on the great news. We're very excited for you both.
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