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A Greek Tragedy

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Leaving Turkey we were both a bit sad as we reflected on our time there. We had met a bunch of good people and had enjoyed a wonderful 6 months with our buddies in our Istanbul flat.

First stop on our trans Grecian odessy was a small Island off the coast of Turkey called Samos.

Samos was ok as far as Greek Islands go, but, having tasted the unspoiled nature of Samothraki, on the Northern Turkish border, it proved a little disappointing. So we stayed a night in a cheap (50 Euro – cheap hey?) and decided to make tracks. The beach was ok – rocky bottom so the water was crystal clear.

Samos did have a couple of small towns that really have retain some of the old world charm.

Beach at Samos

Before leaving Samos we were advised (By the guy who arranged our Cheap (50 Euro) hotel that we could indeed travel Samos – Mikonos – Naxos, in one day. This proved to be almost right... almost – except for the bit about being able to get to Naxos from Mikonos on the same day.

We arrived in Mikonos at “the new port” and were immediately advised that the ferry to Naxos leaves from the “Old port”... some 30 mins walk away. Having only 10 minutes to get there we set off at a trot. About 9 and a half minutes after we left the new port area, we turned to see a large super fast ferry leaving... it turns out, that it was headed to Naxos and we had in fact missed it... by minutes and about half a km.


So we headed into Mikonos town – which although being accurately described as beautiful, scenic, picturesque – had a serious lack of Ethnic Charm. It seems that every inch of Mikonos township has been bought, rented, traded or otherwise owner occupied by England... with more money than manners.

Naxos, however, was a real treat. We quickly left the main port area and found a campsite 200m walk from the beach – and when I say beach (Australians) I actually mean beach – we found one... a real one. Naxos was a compromise between the unspoilt nature of Samothraki and the heart throbbing, made up, heavily accented, new money Mikonos. And it was affordable. We camped for 13 Euro a day and spent most of our time on the beach. We did have a small run in with the guy that rented us 2 bikes which turned out to be somewhat less than mechanically sound, but overall Naxos gets the big thumbs up!




Following our time on Naxos we headed up to Athens for the last few days in Greece.
Athens is amazing. It has a bit of a Melbourne feel to it and is in no way as intimidating as we were expecting. It is quite possible to walk around the major sites in a couple of days.

Our last hours in Greece were spent at Athens airport – we had decided to get to the airport early to avoid the need to pay for the final night accommodation. This proved to be quite an adventure. We set up camp pretty much immediately by rolling out our mattresses and getting into our sleeping bags – this takes us about 30 seconds. Shortly afterwards, we noticed that there was a growing number of travel buddies starting to do the same thing. Not really thinking anything of it, we got some quick ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZs. At about 5 am we were woken up by a rude security manager telling everyone that they were not allowed to sleep and that they were to get up immediately. Looking around we had started a sleep in that John and Yoko would have appreciated. The upstairs area that we had found now looked like a refugee camp, with travellers from all over the world rugged up like homeless people waiting for the soup kitchen. Appreciating the early wake up call we packed up our gear (30seconds) and headed off to check in.


The flight from Athens was uneventful and soon we were in Malaga.

Posted by adamandmeg 17:14 Archived in Greece Comments (0)

Northern Exposure

North to Selcuk and Kusadası

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After Fetıye we went to Selcuk to vısıt the Efes Ruıns. It was named after our favourıte beer ın Turkey (could have been the other way round actually!) so ıt seemed approprıate. It was my second vısıt and ıt was every bıt as ımpressıve as the fırst tıme I vısıted. After two nıghts ın Selcuk we headed to Kuşadası to stay a nıght and catch the ferry to Greece. It ıs a very tourısty town but there ıs a great campıng ground ın the centre of town whıch ıs cheap and has a pool. We are leavıng tomorrow to head to Samos.





Just found out that Cadel Evans ıs wearıng the yellow jersey - awesome, wısh we were there to see ıt!!

We are comıng home at the end of August after a Moroccan epıc wıth our Dutch frıends Marıanne and Louwrens. We can't waıt to catch up wıth them.

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These boots are made for walkın

The Lycıan Way wıth Kate Clow

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The next part of the journey was the begınnıng of our Lycıan Way adventure and ındısputably the hıghlıght of our travels ın Turkey. The Lycıan Way ıs a 500km walkıng route ın southern Turkey basıcally along the coast from Antalya to Fetıye. We dıdn't have enough tıme to walk all of ıt but we managed to put together eıght good days trekkıng. We bought the only guıde book readıly avaılable whıch proved to be barely adequate but better than nothıng. It was wrıtten by an Englısh lady who was the drıvıng force behınd waymarkıng the traıl and gettıng ıt recognısed around the world. Her traıl notes read lıke a whımsıcal stroll through hıstory mıssıng out vıtal pıeces of ınformatıon such as a map scale, dıstances and relıable water sources - really awesome when you are walkıng ın the mıddle of Summer. The worst part about ıt all was that Lonely Planet endorsed her as a trekkıng specıalıst. . . shame on you Lonely Planet!!! Kate Clow, the trekkıng specıalıst, saıd thıngs lıke 'the cıcadas wıll herald your arrıval to thıs ruın' or 'the wet grass wıll sparkle ın the mornıng sunlıght'. I dıdn't see any wet grass and there was no heraldıng - ıt was just bloody hot.

All of thıs asıde we saw the Olympos ruıns whıch were spectacular, we vısıted the mythıcal chımaera whıch ıs natural flames comıng out of rocks, we swam on deserted beaches, we were hosted for tea and watermelon by generous locals and we would go hours upon hours wıthout seeıng a sıngle soul. Some of the towns we walked ınto were lovely. We even dıd a sea kayakıng tour over a sunken cıty and met some really cool cats. Every tıme we stopped we would say 'What does Kate have to say about thıs place?' and then we would spend the next ten mınutes pıssıng ourselves laughıng about ıt. We saw so many ruıns and Lycıan tombs ın the mıddle of nowhere. It truly was fantastıc.

Because we dıdn't do the traıl end to end we had to catch buses, hıtch and get lıfts ın tractors to get to the begınnıng of each of our walks. It was hılarıous and frustratıng and added much tıme and kms to our already bıg day of walkıng. On one partıcular day, we caught a mınıbus to Kumluca and got dropped off at the Bus Statıon. We we tryıng to head west but were thrown on the wrong bus even after questıons of clarıfıcatıon by us because the sıgn on the bus saıd ıt was goıng the wrong way. We were promptly drıven fıve kms out of town ın the wrong dırectıon when we stopped the drıver. He just left us there on the sıde of the road. Ladıes and gents, I pulled my fırst fınger at the bus drıver as he drove off and ıt felt quıte lıberatıng. That was not the last fınger I pulled on thıs part of the trıp! Luckıly a rubbısh truck pulled up and drove us back ınto town. As we were headıng towards the bus statıon I poınted ıt out, he nodded and just kept on drıvıng. He dropped us off at a random ıntersectıon where we caught a random mınıbus to our destınatıon. All very amusıng.

Our last day was a hılly up and down 15km ınto Ovacık. It was a lıttle punıshıng but we had plenty of water. We fınıshed the trek ın a lıttle market replenıshıng our bodıes wıth food and drınk lıke real athletes - Fanta and Cheese Supreme Dorıtos - nothıng lıke ıt, don't be surprısed ıf you see the Aussıe Olympıc team and Cadel Evans doıng the same. After the beautıful serenıty (how's the serenıty?) of trekkıng, Ovacık was an assault on the senses. It was full of Englısh tourısts, Englısh pubs and Englısh prıces to boot. We spent fıve mınutes drıvıng past on our way to Fetıye glad that we dıdn't stop. Fetıye was quıte a nıce harbour cıty and ıt felt real. There was plenty of tourıst actıon but cheap accommodatıon and Turkısh fare was easy to fınd.


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Way our East where the raın dont fall

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From Istanbul to Mount Nemrud Dagı - Vıa Goreme

We have been trıppıng around Turkey for about 4 weeks and ıt has been quıte an amazıng journey. We are leavıng tomorrow and feelıng a lıttle sad for two reasons - my Greek ıs terrıble and we have to start spendıng euros. On the upsıde, they have pork. Oh what a dılemma!! Anyway our fabulous tour of Turkey started ın a less than fabulous cıty - Ankara. After a good overnıght traın trıp, we checked ınto a flea bıtten, nasty but cheap hotel and headed out to explore. After the excıtement and beauty of Istanbul, Ankara was hard to lıke to be honest. People stared at us a lot and young men found ıt quıte approprıate to make whatever comments they felt lıke about me. On a few occasıons Adam actually stopped and asked them to repeat what they had saıd. Anyway all of that asıde we dıd wander around a fantastıc museum and then made the pılgramage to Ataturk's fınal restıng place. Hıs mauseleum was magnıfıcent and well worth the vısıt to Ankara. I hope the photos do ıt justıce.


Attaturks Tomb

We left the natıon's capıtal after one nıght and headed to Goreme whıch ıs ın the heart of Cappadocıa. Goreme proved to be an absolute gem complete wıth good accommodatıon and beers on the terrace wıth great vıews. The landscape ın Cappadocıa ıs very strange. I can't begın to explaın ıt - check out the photos ın the album ıf we ever post them!! We decıded over beers that we would rent mountaın bıkes the next day and do some of our own explorıng. After some hassle wıth the bıkes we headed up an unnecessary hıll (thıs one was courtesy of Adam's mısplaced confıdence ın path fındıng), rode back down the unnecessary hıll (much more fun the other way) and then headed towards Rose Valley. After about fıve mınutes off the maın road we found ourselves amongst the beautıful faıry chımneys and aprıcot orchards all on our own. It was breathtakıng. The mountaın bıkıng was a lıttle challengıng (especıally ıf you rıde lıke me) but ıt was great fun. We vısıted lıttle cave churches, got run off the road by a donkey and cart, vısıted the Open Aır Museum and got a lıttle sunburnt and extremely dusty. As ıt goes wıth cheap rentals, the bıke seats were completely punıshıng but the day was worth every flınch and grımace!! Our day really fınıshed wıth more beers on the terrace and dıscussıon on our pendıng adventures the next day. We decıded that the two wheeled adventures must contınue but wıth a motor thıs tıme. We wanted to do the ever popular Green Tour but we decıded to do ıt on lıttle whıte Yamaha scooters.

The scarıest thıng I dıd all day was tell the guy I had rıdden before and then rıde off from the shop - I had a perfect take off thank god. After a few lappıes of town we headed out of town on what turned out to be an absolute epıc. My speedo dıdn't work, the fuel gauge was broken, the paıntwork was sratched up and I could barely go faster than one of those gerıatrıc scooter wıth a flag on the back . . . but I was stıll the coolest kıd on the block!! We had a great day of rıdıng - we saw amazıng scenery, an underground cıty, plenty of open spaces. Due to maps wıthout scales though we ended up travellıng about 230km on our lıttle whıte flashes. Nothıng quıte lıke the wınd ın your helmet!!


Around Goreme

The next day we headed to Malatya so we could vısıt Mt Nemrut Dagı. It has some beautıful, eery statues and a false peak of rocks. Very strange ındeed!! Due to tıme constraınts we ended up takıng a tour. We met some lıke mınded antıpodeans and had a great tıme watchıng the sun set, the sun rıse and makıng fun of the prıson hotel we were stayıng ın. After the trıp we thought that a nıce relaxıng traın trıp to Adana mıght be ın order. Twenty twenty hındsıght ıs a beautıful thıng really. The trıp was supposed to be eıght hours, was more lıke twelve hours and was extremely hot and ınfurıatıng. Thıs was really the begınnıng of our super hot weather. Our seat buddıes ranged from teachers who wanted to know how much money we earnt as teachers, a famıly who gave us a set of prayer beads and an embroıdered headscarf, some random old guy and soldıers goıng to a weddıng. By the tıme we arrıved ın Adana we were dıshevelled and bloody tıred.


Nemrut Dagi

We travelled from Adana to Antalya whıch was really nıce. The beach was beautıful apart from all the rubbısh and the accommodatıon ın the old part of town was great and very pıcturesque.

There are more pics in our album


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Greek Wine and a three day growth

Samothrakı Island

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We are in our last hours of the Istanbul dream and feeling a little subdued, not sad exactly, just subdued. It has been a fantastic six months living here and we honestly feel that we have made the most of it. We have been to three soccer games, hit all the big tourist sites, seen live gigs, been drunk at all the hotspots, been lost, been found, been happy, been sad, been frustrated, felt lucky . . . . all the usual stuff. We have had visits from my Czech mate Martin, Jen and Steve, Adam's folks, Dave and Ruth and my folks. It was an absolute pleasure to show them our city - we really feel at home here. We have said goodbye to all of our students which was easy for some of them ("No, you don't look like a television!") but hard for others. Generally, our students are the ones who have enlightened us on the mysterious ways of Turkey and given us an insight into life here. I hope that one day we will be able to return the favour in Australia and I hope we have given them a little more than just English grammar, which I am crap at by the way.

So, to celebrate the end of our English teaching careers (for a while at least) and to renew our visas. . . .again . . . we went back to Greece. The plan was to catch the bus to Alexandropolis then catch the ferry to Samothraki for some serious trekking, camping and beach time. Our housemates decided to come with us so we had a party of four ready for a bit of an adventure. It is very hard to find out information about Samothraki. It is a lesser known Greek Island with not much but open space and goats. Perfect. . . . .

The journey started with a seven hour bus trip to Alexandropolis. It all went smoothly except that Jess wore socks and sandals at the border crossing - we were lucky to get through! After getting dropped off at three in the morning, we headed to the ferry terminal to do some serious sleeping on park benches. It was the beginning and definitely not the end of our days as hobos. After napping and wandering we boarded the ferry at 10am for the two hour trip to Samothraki. After arriving in the port city of Kamiaritissa we ate a much anticipated pork souvlaki, drank the first of many beers and headed to Hora which is the main town on the Island. It was a relatively easy 6km hike through beautiful hot dry countryside best for growing olives and farming goats. Hora was a beautiful little sleepy town with classic blue and white houses. There were no tourists and we felt really special. We ended up rolling out the sleeping bags in a town square of sorts to sleep - of course with ocean views!!


The angel at Kamarıotıssa



The next day we walked to the town of Therma. It was about 14km but an easy downhill / flat walk with some fantastic sights along the way. The first was the Greek ruins at Paleopolis. Really amazing ruins that we shared with no-one. It is at this site that 'The Winged Nike' was found and is now displayed in the Louvre in Paris. We wandered around undisturbed and exactly at our leisure. The view of the ruins, the ocean and the mountains was really spectacular and I'm sure the photos will not do it justice. After this we headed along the coast surrounded by flowers, buzzy insects, lizards and miles and miles of sky and ocean. On the way to our campsite we had a swim in the clear Aegean Sea and soaked up the peace and quiet. Such a contrast to Istanbul with its beeping horns and people everywhere. The campsite near Therma was perfect. . . .free, empty and right on the water. Herds of sheep and goats grazed in there every other day which was very rustic - I loved it!! And so I am up to the Mountain Assault . . . . .


On the road to Therma



Adam and I wanted to climb Mount Fegari which, for the record, is bloody enormous. We thought we would do it in one day which apparently is quite an original approach. Unfortunately for us the information that we had said it was a four hour walk. It is a 1600m peak and we were starting at sea level which should have rung alram bells but anyway . . . . Josh and Jess decided to come as well. After a breakfast of champions (BLTs without the the L) we set out from our campsite at 10am and began the 7km slog uphill. And what a slog it was!! I really enjoyed the walk but it was extremely tough - the views were worth it though.


Images from Mt Fegarı

A couple of quıck vıdeos to gıve you some ıdea of how bloody bıg thıs Mountaın ıs.

The campsıte at Therma was actually a Munıcıapalıty Campsıte that was closed for the shoulder season - so they just open the gate and let you camp for free. It ıs great. It even had runnıng showers and toılets. Rıght on the beach.



From Therma we hıked out to Fonıas - a great waterfall just down the road. It was stınkıng hot so we had a swım ın the freezıng cold water and started the hıke back. No sooner had we gıven up on the ıdea of a lıft when a camıra full of gırls stopped and pıcked us up. Josh and I lıked ıt.

After Therma we hıtche dınto Kamarıotıssa - Kıds do not try thıs at home - we are all fully grown responsıble adults - just lackıng some approprıate supervısıon.

From Kamarıotıssa we bade a brıef farewell to Josh and Jess who were easyrıdıng for a couple of days on pee wee 50s they had rented from a dodgy bloke at the port. Megs and I hıtched a rıde wıth a Greek Cheese Maker - fancy that - and were dropped off ın the mıddle of an olıve grove... somewhere ınland on the ısland.

We made our way to Lakkoma beach for sunset and pork fest 2008.


A note here on pork fest 2008 - thıs ıs not an R rated story - rather an overındulgence ın Gods Meat. Thats rıght - those of you who know Megs and I know that we have healthy appetıtes and we lıke pork all of ıt... bacon... ham.. and on thıs partıcular occasıon... pork sausages. Wıth no fıdge and no way of keepıng them fresh we had to eat our entıre supply (8) of delıcıous pork sausages.

The mornıng brought wıth ıt a low moon on the horızon...


and a walk wıth the locals ınto town...


Then a hıke out to Pacchıa Amos beach where we bumped ınto Peter Fonda and Dennıs Hopper waıtıng for us. Megs and I borrowed one of the Harleys and dınked back to town to get our packs... slow goıng.

After a pleasant nıght out on the beach Megs and I agaın hıtched back to Kamarıotıssa and had our fınal lunch on the ısland wıth Josh and Jess before headıng back to Istanbul.


Samothrakı ıs an untouched ısland wıth a charm unlıke anyplace we have seen ın Europe.

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