Near Pabuc, looking towards Bodrum. In early morning light.
This is looking in to the northwestern harbour at Knidos, the one that has silted up. The isthmus between the two harbours is visible, as well as Cape Krio lighthouse. Other pictures of Knidos are in album <http://picasaweb.google.com/Caroline.Arms/MarmarisToKnidosViaDatcaMay2010#>
Cape Krio lighthouse
Maquis, on a rocky island, Topanca Adasi near Datca.
Quicksilver moored on town quay at Datca.
Datca has a modern amphitheatre, used for movies and concerts.
Nuts are a local specialty, particularly almonds.
Datca's beach. The channel leads from a pool with a hot spring. Note the Turkish spelling of chaise longue!
Carved dolphins on gulet gangplank.
Approaching Bozburun
Modern storefronts in Bozburun
It's beginning to get really hot in the afternoons. We put the awning up. The harbour was surprisingly empty, although there were plenty of boats at anchor outside.
Quicksilver in Bozburun. She is the right-hand of the pair of boats. We ate in one of several restaurants under the maroon awnings.
BIll trying to figure out what kind of craft this was. Q is above her bow.
Bozburun from south of the harbour.
A boat under construction. Bozburun is a place where gulets are built, although most construction is a mile or two from the town.
Tailor's shop at Bozburun. I bought several shirts and a dress.
This was the closet we got to the big boatyard near Bozburun where gulets are built.
This looks to be the Savarona, built in 1931, by Blohm & Voss. See <http://cruiselinehistory.com/> and <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_Savarona>
Quicksilver at anchor in northwest corner of Selimye Bay. We poked in to get maximum shelter and swam two lines ashore.
Quicksilver at anchor in northwest corner of Selimye Bay.
This is a "boutique" hotel, clearly a favourite with famlies with children. We rowed ashore for a drink. The beers were very expensive, but they supplied lots of nuts!
At dusk, goats appeared, heralded by the typical tinkling bell on one animal. My camera wasn't really up to capturing them, but this is what I could reveal by tweaking the exposure digitally.
This villa was all shut up. Trip boats came and anchored so that their passengers could swim off the steps.
Quicksilver moored in Marti Marina. We spent a week here, while our son and family were in a villa up the road.
Ruins of a 5th century church within Marti Marina. They sometimes hold concerts here.
Ruins and boats on hard standing at Marti Marina.
This is a floating yacht club or restaurant that had been towed the day before.
Looking back towards Marti Marina from Hotel Palmiye on Orhaniye waterfront.
Marshes in Orhaniye
One typical mode of agriculture is olive trees with a crop (often potatoes) under the trees.
Road to Villa Nurtan
Further up the road.
Tree trunk sections from a fallen tree, clearly intended for use.
Past some livestock.
I passed a vegetable truck and bought a small watermelon.
Through the hamlet.
This valley has only about 20 houses, but there is a well maintained mosque.
Past the municipal benches.
Eventually, the villa is reached by a new stretch of dirt road.
Villa Nurtan
Pool at Villa Nurtan.
More livestock near the villa.
And a view of the pool at the villa from a path up the hill. That's a red and white striped towel, not a U.S. flag!
This is the local style for beehives. The locals position them on the hillsides and move them during the season. These are not in use.
The Orhaniye butcher. I think this was the lamb chops.
The backyard grill at Villa Nurtan. Cooking the lamb chops.
This was the rental vehicle we used for the week, to accommodate 4 adults, 3 children and a stroller.
We drove to Marmaris and went to Meryemana for lunch. The dough is being rolled out for gozleme, turkish-style pancakes.
Everyone loves a baby, particularly women in restaurant kitchens!
On the dock at Marmaris, watching the waves
An evening thunder shower.
After the thunder shower, we drove, rather than walking, to Bilgin's, a roadside cafe between the villa and the marina. It was really difficult to photograph because the evening sun was streaming in, but this shows the decor. Outside are regular tables and chairs. I ate the local home-made pasta (manti), tiny tortellini-like shapes, stuffed with ground lamb and served with a yogurt and tomato sauce.
We walked back to the marina along the shore and passed an unused beach bar, that had been adopted as a roost by a pair of ducks.
We drove across the hills to Bozburun. In the distance is the Greek island of Symi.
We took a short hike to a much-vaunted waterfall -- along with hordes out on jeep safari tours!
The scale is pretty small compared with the equivalent near Ithaca, NY.
But it was pretty and out of the heat.
The cafe at the falls traps fish. The swirl at the right is a shoal.
The stream was also home to turtles
Baby ignoring beautiful carpets at the Carpet Weavers Association centre at Turgutkoy, near Orhaniye.
Looking up the bay from Marti Marina. Villa Nurtan is in the valley behind the hill in front.
Leaving Marti Marina, after a week being land-based.
