Friday October 18
Cycle: None
We spent a very lazy, very lovely, day in Kas recovering from several days of rigorous riding conditions. We met Fritz and Anika at Kas Camping, a Dutch couple holidaying in a massive 9 tonne old military firetruck modified for the purpose. We walked into Kas, exploring its ocean front pier and the friday market full of fresh produce, pickled goods, honey, spices, nuts, and clothes. Wishing so much we knew Turkish better to enhance our bargaining skills.We spent our walk home musing over the stress caused by the bartering system (to us), and the stress caused by vendors calling out and harassing people to buy. Frustrated at having to be rude to be left alone.
THE LAYOUT OF A TURKISH GROCERY STORE:
1/4 of aisles dedicated to wafer like cookies and tea biscuits, smattering of chocolate offerings (small portions).
1/4 of isles dedicate to tea varieties and nescafe (instant coffee).
1/4 of aisles, bucket loads of olive oil, olives, pasta, bulger, tahini (massive quantities only).
1/4 of aisles giant tubs of plain yogurt or feta.
= 100% not that useful to very hungry cycle tourists that cant carry kilos of extra food around.
Things that can't be found: peanut butter, pork (obviously), sliced cheese or meats (that don't cost a lot of money).
We sat by the ocean taking in its clear blues. Today was windy and therefor the sea a bit choppy so no swimming. Tomorrow will begin our determined effort to get to some of the top ten beaches in Turkey.
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| Sunrise, or sunset? Either way, this is the steep road into Kas! |
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| Glamping in Kas. Glamour. Kamping. Glamping. Yes, such a thing. |
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| Kas has a nice little harbour, full of equally nice little boats. None of which we can afford to ride on. |
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| Buying fresh produce in the Kas Friday Market. Much better than the supermarket offerings. |
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| Beware the tarpaulin overhead. A gust of wind and down in comes, clobbering you over the head. |
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| Ladies socializing in the market. |
