Showing posts with label Muğla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muğla. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Muğla

Muğla seen from above the town.

Old Town seen from Konakaltı Han



On arrival in Muğla, it was time to feed the ladies. İ knew of a nice little pide salonu near the Saatlı Kule. However, I didn't know it was the Saatlı Kule at the time. İ tried Saat Kulesi first. A puzzled glance as İ asked for directions, but amazingly İ was understood. Turkish grammar will be the death of me!

Pointed in the right direction İ soon saw a sign with the correct name for the Clock Tower. Turkish lesson for the day!

Saatlı Kule


Mum wasn't feeling the best. While she was not sick, two pieces of Gülsüm's cake last night had left her feeling uncomfortably full. She is not used to eating large portions. Gülsüm had created a veritable feast of Turkish dishes for us the night before . And, as İ have İ discovered to my cost, even though I have learned the words well and their proper pronunciation, Gülsüm, does not understand the word, doydum, I'm full.

Dinner at Gülsüm's

Now Mum would have an easier time if only she would play the "I'm old" card. You can get away with a lot of things using this excuse, but Mum would rather die first!!

Anyway, back on track! We arrived at the pide place and watched them go into the oven. Not ours of course. They are made to order. Our choices made ,we went upstairs and looked out on the rooftops. Salad and bread arrived followed by our pide. One word, delicious! This holiday, I have not remembered to take photos of the food until it was eaten. Too late! I looked over to see how Mum was doing. She was finished her pide before the rest of us. She had one piece remaining on her plate. Remembering she wasn't feeling great, she offered it to Sean. She was too full!
Preparing the pide

Ready for the Oven


Next we began our rambles. Our first stop is at Konakaltı Han, a restored 18th century kervansaray. İt is currently serving as a cultural centre.

Konakaltı Han
Our next stop was the Museum. İt is easy knowing that the tourist season has not yet begun. They could only find one ticket. They went to get another book of tickets but there was none to be found.

Museum Courtyard

Muğla Museum is small. One room has fossils of some of the animals found in the region. İt is hard to believe that rhino and giraffe once roamed the locality.  They inhabited an area that stretched from Spain to Eastern Asia 9-5 billion years ago.

Lower Jaw of a Rhıno


Next is the gladiator room, with the remains of some of their tombstones.

This gladiator didn't make it. He has a couple of nasty dents in his head.

 Mum then had her first encounter with the 'turkish toilet.'  Panic set in on seeing the 'hole in the ground' but needs must. Given instructions on how to flush, she screwed her courage to the sticking place and ventured in.

Talking as Usual


In the meantime İ sat in the sunshine and had a chat with the security guard. Delighted with my Turkish we had a wide-ranging discussion. While discussing the diffıculties of life in Turkey, he was of the opinion that  they would develop quicker as a nation if they were not Muslim.

I'm not too sure that I agree with this. Yes, many people have a wrong impression of the country, think it is more fundamental  - church and state were separated here back in the 1920's. To me it is ideally poised to act as a bridge between its European and Middle Eastern neighbours.

In the ethnography room.

Other rooms in the museum, include an ethnography room and another that displays many of the artefacts found in nearby Stratonikeia.

Some of the grave finds from nearby sites.


Next on the agenda was the main reason we had some to Muğla, the Thursday market. This is not like the markets around Bodrum. It is not a tourist market. There was very little sign of the tourist stalls, leather bags, tourist souveniers. It is definitely a local market.

Muğla market
Home Produce for Sale
Dried Peppers and Aubergines hang from the Rafters

Muğla Market

Large Selection of Cloth for Sale


From here, we wandered into the maze of back streets. The narrow shopping streets were organised so that all the hardware shops were in one, bakers in another etc.

Arasta Bazaar
From there we wandered among the residential streets where there are over 400 hundred protected houses dating from the 18th and 19th centuries. We stumbled across one, that had many little handcraft shops and a small cafe dotted around its courtyard. The ladies went wild shopping.



The first shop was selling ebru pictures. This is the ancient art of marbling paper. Natural pigments are added to the surface of water and then applied to a porous surface such as paper.  More on this later! Framed pictures ranged from 30-65tl. while a simple mounted picture (A4) cost 7.5tl, a little over 3 euro. I spoke to the artist and told her she would be extremely rich if she moved to Ireland.














Sean took refuge on a bench, and looked after the bags while the ladies shopped. One craft worker took pity on him and offered him tea. The ladies were shopping up a storm.






Shopping finished we continued our ramble. One lady appeared to be fascinated by us as we passed in the street. I greeted her in Turkish. Immediately she stopped and was full of questions. Where were we from? Had we come with a tour? How come I spoke Turkish?..........


Serious Match in Progress

For Street Clothes????


Sprıng Water in the Courtyard Door.

Large Door Knocker

Door Detail


Finally we seemed to come back to the main part of the town. I approached a policeman and asked for directions to the street where we had parked our car. There is a great kick, now, in asking for and receiving directions in Turkish and actually understanding them.

We arrived back to the car and from there we headed back to the hotel for the evening. We enjoyed our evening meal and retired early. We would meet for a lazy breakfast in the morning and then on to Kavaklidere.
Evening Meal

Saturday, May 7, 2011

On the road to Muğla

The ladies had finally decided where they would like to go for their last trip of the holiday. Their choice was the Temple of Apollo at Didyma which would include a stop at Bafa Lake and the ancient ruins of Herakleia or a visit to the old town of Muğla and the copper smiths of Kavaklidere.

Bafa Lake
While both were interested in the Lake Bafa Natural Park, the desire to see the copper smiths still working at their ancient art won out. We decided to make  it a two day trip as it would be less tiring. A visit to Muğla was first.

Temple of Apollo Didyma
 Muğla is the district centre, what we would call the county town. It holds a huge market every Thursday so this was the obvious day to go. Armed with Tom Tom and a tiny map in my Rough Guide to Turkey we set off at approximately 10 o'clock. I knew the road as far as Muğla but wasn't sure İ could navigate the narrow back streets of the city centre, especially on a busy market day.

 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.

Conveyor Belt
 We knew we were approaching Yatağan when we could see the smoke rising from the thermal power plant. Coal is brought directly from the surrounding mountains by conveyor belt to the plant. İt is one of the major centres of employment in the area. The other is the many marble factories that dot the region.             



Conveyor Belt







Tree at Pinarbasi - spot the face in the tree
On the face of it, Yatağan has little to attract the visitor. But in the surrounding area you have the Pinar Başı restaurant. İt's main attraction is an 800 year old tree. There is a large hole at the base through which a natural spring used to flow. İt is approximately 6m in diameter and 30m high. This tree is now protected by the Department of Forestry.

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
Passing through Yatağan we stopped at the Hurtur Hotel, a very comfortable hotel by Turkish three star standards. İ have stayed here on a couple of occasions. İ was greeted with smiles as İ made a reservation for that evening in my best rkish. The prices hadn't changed. 50 lira(tl ) a head for bed and breakfast. İt is just a half hours drive from here to our destination.

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
Many tourists visit here because of a tragedy that took place there in 1946, made known in the

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
Sean stayed calm under pressure, wing mirrors almost scraping walls on both sides, while my ladies marvelled at the quaint back streets. Time would have been better employed praying there was no oncoming traffic. Luck was with us and suddenly the street widened slightly to allow a heaving mass of humanity room to shop and bargain.

 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.