Nothing Doing

Well, it's been 2 weeks since my last entry, and with good reason. I've been sitting happily on my arse, busily doing sweet bugger all, and loving it. So besides a short ramble, this is little more than a "Hello, Still Alive, Check Out my Photos" blog entry.




So, upon entering the touristy town of Bodrum in South Turkey, I promptly made my way 5 minutes drive over the hill to the coastal home of my current wonderful patrons, Mete (no coincidence) and Marianna. I am pleased to announce that with 2 weeks of complete sloth under my belt, I think I'll take another one before moving on...








However, between the dinner parties and long hours spent reading books and eating cheese (yep, yep) by the pool, I have managed to embark on a couple of adventures.


The first of these was a foray to the island of Kos, officially a Greecy Greek island sitting 45 minutes ferry ride away from Bodrum harbour. There I repeatedly failed to hire a motorbike to explore the island with ("New Zealand? Is part of Australia? Sorry my friend, no proper license, no can do"), and successfully managed to clamber and blunder my touristic way through millenia-old greek ruins and archeological dig sites - all of which remarkably sit open and (mostly) unfenced.




And the second of these involved going to a Turkish bath, or Hamam. Yeah, doesn't sound very exciting does it... The delightful tourist-salesman that sold me my boat ticket to Kos was so delighted that I could speak with him in Dutch (just like every other tourist in Bodrum) that he offered me a "free" trip to the hamam whatever day I liked during the remainder of my stay in Bodrum.

Now I know what you're thinking, because I thought the exact same thing myself. But, I figured, I want to visit the Turkish Baths at some stage, and if I saved even just 5 euros it would be worth taking him up on his offer.


To cut a not-so-long story even shorter, I was met at the door by a van and thrown in the back, where i was driven 20 minutes along the highway (the nearest hamam was about 2 minutes walk from the salesman's shop) to a hotel, shown down into the marble dungeon and there dunked, scrubbed and greased for an hour or so, repeatedly asked if i was "relaxed?" (although all I could think about was I hope they're not stealing my passport and wallet); and finally paying only 15 euros for the pleasure.

I saved my 5 euros. But I can't shake the feeling I got...

Scammed...


All part of it! Now, back to the beaches, eye-candy, and yogic belly-stretching exercises that constitute a total and utter summertime escape from reality.

Chopps!