Relaxing on the Aegean Coast ... feeling very Euro

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

So today, we woke up to a great breakfast, looked alot like yesterday... Either way, the breakfast came with all sorts of plates of cheeses (three types of goat/sheeps cheese, and one type of cow cheese); two plates of assorted olives; bread, sesame bread; apricot pound cake (that's the only way I can describe it); fresh squeezed orange juice (too sour for me); and of course a fried egg in its own little pan. Now, I don't know if it's just this place, but when they asked us "how would you like your egg," It must have been a rhetorical question, because the two breakfasts we had there, I ordered a different style of egg each time (i.e. over easy, sunny side up, scrambed), they brought us the same looking egg. It was some sort of just flat egg, not exactly sunny side up (the sunny must've been behind a cloud), not exactly over easy (nothing easy about it) and not really scrambled because it was still intact (not chopped up). Hmmm... I don't even know if there's a name for the type of egg we ended up getting... so in response to 'how would you like your eggs,' next time, I think the proper responses should have been: 1) raw; 2) hard boiled; or 3) fried.

Lesson Learned...

Today was our chill day. We were hoping to rent a motorcycle to ride into the coastal town and spend the day just having lunch and walking around the different shops. Instead we were told no motorcycles were available (big surprise). When we tried to rent the car, we couldn't so we bargained and got a deal (sorta) for the hotel manager (who is also knowns as : driver; waiter; front clerk; IT guy; fire wood chopper; interpreter; and receptionist) ended up driving us into town and dropping us off for about 4 hours while we tooled around town and explored.

Now Kusadasi has become a rapidly growing tourist destination for cruise ships that operate tours in the Ephesus region. We got to it by driving down some crazy windy road over a large hill and into town. The town itself is what you'd expect in a coastal town. Lots of fish markets close to the harbor, a large port/harbor for cruise lines, and shops that wind their way from the centra drop off point, and run through various alleys and streets. Definitely a tourist mecca, but we wanted a little piece of civilization, after being out in BFE for the night.

Don't get me wrong our little "boutique" hotel is great. But for the 12 inch TV and the "call me for hot arabian sex talk" porn, our room smelled a little funny (not sure if it was just the country smell). It was bearable, but not my favorite smell. We also got to try our skills and fire making (from watching Survivor). Jill spent about 35 minutes and 50 matches lighting the fire in our fire place. She finally achieved success with one match to spare. (that was going to be put to good use after all that turkish food, ugh!).

Our day in Kusadasi was spent just tooling around so I'll let our pictures speak for themselves.

One fun thing I got to do was try a "turkish shave." Well, it's just a shave, (ON THE FACE - TERRANCE) - I know your imagination can run to where they could possibly shave, but it stayed above the shoulders. The shave was a great experience with Jill documenting some of the events. Basically a straight razor shave (ran twice on my face), followed by a manly neck massage, and this ball of fire that they touched my face with. Okay, so after the shave, they took this swab of purple liquid, lit it on fire, and did this little wave it over your face thing. I thought it was just for show, but the dude literally set this ball of flame on my face, over my ears and on other parts of my face. It actually did hurt, as would any ball of flame when put directly against skin. (Note to barber, FIRE + SKIN = PAIN). Luckily the barber was skilled in his art, and it only stung slightly. Still not sure the utility in fire to face, perhaps it was to take away from the pain of alcohol that he splashed on my face after my shave, which by the way, hurt like a mofo... perhaps I'll never know.

Either way, I came out of there, with, if nothing else, skin softer than a baby's butt, and great memories of the skin-o-fire dance.

After our adventure, we went back to the hotel for an early dinner at the "good" restaurant in the BFE village. There, we sat in nicer surroundings than day one, and got to pick what we got to eat. We stayed far away from yogurt, but what we could not get over was how much olive oil they douse on everything. As you will see from our pictures (take a closer look at their fries) - doused with oil... ugh. The food was better, veggies were nice, and the fajitas were better flavored... but the best part was the tea to wash down the oil... ugh...

In all, a very pleasant experience and nice day overall. The weather was warm enough that I got to hang out in my t-shirt for parts of the day and we got to absorb some much needed sunshine while chowing on a pier side Burger King (yes, we had to have some normal food for once - something familiar like a Hamburger, hit the spot).

The next day we were in store for a day of travel - involving flying BACK to Istanbul, finding our way to the international terminal and then heading to BUCHAREST (where is that you ask? ROMANIA of course - land of Nadia Comanich (sp?), and those babies that nobody ever hugs and turn into murderers)... Actually we're not going for their gymnastics or to adopt a kid, but going to Transylvania... I know it's all based on fable, but should be interesting...

How many people do you know have been to Transylvania??
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