Dalyan – Fethiye (Oludeniz) – 75 kilometres
Baltic Cycles was a fun group to be a part of. During the day,
everyone did their own thing and arrived at the campsite at different
times. Most cyclists were from Poland and spoke limited English, so
talking to Bob from Scotland and Saline from New Zealand was easy.
Ella, a lovely person from Poland, communicated using gestures and a
dictionary.
While cycling, we often stopped to devour Turkish pancakes or
Gozleme, a savoury flatbread filled with various ingredients. Our
route took us along the Turquoise Coast, with breath-taking views of
the historic Fethiye and its Amyntas Rock Tombs.
Fethiye – Patara
The Turkish were exceptionally hospitable and generous, frequently
stopping to offer lifts, tea or even watermelon. The previous night,
following a few vodkas, it was decided to see how easy it would be to
hitch a ride. In the morning, we split into pairs and set off. Bob and I
teamed up and, in no time at all, got a lift. The day passed quickly as
we got into all sorts of vehicles. These vehicles were mostly driven
one-handed, with the other hand holding a cell phone or casually
resting outside the window.