|Temple of Apollo Didyma|
Left to my own devices İ would have left early but İ did not want to tire my guests unnecessarily. The road climbs high above Milas to Yatağan. The views alone are worth the journey. Sean always says, this part of the country is like Wicklow with sunshine. Unfortunately, there are major road works here at the moment, so if you get caught behind a lorry there is little chance to pass. However, the road will be magnificent when it is finished.
|Tree at Pinarbasi - spot the face in the tree|
|Natural spring water flowed through this tree.|
Also on the approach road, is the ancient city of Stratonikeia but İ will leave that for another post.
|Metin outside the Hurtur Hotel|
We continued on our way, passing the road to Metin's village and also the turn for Belen Kahvesi. This is a famous coffee house in the village of Çaybükü.
|View from Belen Kahvesi|
nationally famous song 'Ormanci' The basic story tells of two friends who like to play checkers together in the cafe. One evening a forester comes in and gets involved in an argument with one. He loses his temper and injures the other friend with his knife. The injured man draws a gun. All three struggle, and one friend fatally shoots the other. The forester later moved to a new job near Ankara, the man who fired the shot served his sentence and later moved to Muğla. One evening he is listening to the radio and hears the song Ormancı which relates the story of that fateful evening.
We approached Muğla and, in spite of having TomTom, managed to take the wrong turn. İ wasn't paying enough attention. This is where TomTom comes into his own. Unlike my husband, who is known to shout in stressful situations, 'Aonghus' my voice of choice, politely told me to take the next left and continue.
İ'm not sure 'Aonghus' has ever travelled this particular road! Things look smaller from a distance, therefore, that great 'eye in the sky' should have known that we were chancing our luck driving down a street that would have anyone who suffers from claustrophobia screaming.
|Narrow Streets of Muğla|
Past a mosque and suddenly in front of us was that wonderful blue P indicating a car park. A sharp right, pressed the button, barrier lifted and we were safely parked on the second floor of the covered car park. TomTom and Aonghus were put to bed and we set out to explore.