Marmaris – Mugla – 54 kilometres
Again, the day was a scorcher, and the mercury hovered around
46°C. We churned our way up and over the mountains to Mugla. The
intense heat and steep hills made the ride gruelling, but the route
offered picturesque views.
We reached the small community of Ula around midday, where I
decided to get a haircut—an interesting affair. With no one speaking
English, we relied entirely on gestures to communicate.
En route, we were fortunate to meet Burent, a friendly cyclist from
Mugla who kindly guided us through the old town. Upon reaching
Mugla, we were warmly welcomed with a cup of tea and offered bike
repair services. The old quarter of Mugla is a charming area with
cobblestone streets and houses dating back to the 18th and 19th
centuries. Many of these houses have been restored, and are
characterised by courtyards, double-shuttered doors, and chimneys.
Camping was at the public swimming pool, a first for me, with plenty
of shower facilities and a lovely green lawn.