Turkey: By boat and Fethiye

The moment Mark broke his fingerOne last morning of snorkeling and enjoying the water, we were parked in a cove where there was a rope swing. The captain’s son was making the swinging look effortless. Mark swam over to go for a ride, I stayed back long enough to get some photos before I hopped in. On the first swing, Mark thinks he broke his finger from it. His finger got caught hanging on tight near a knot on the rope. He was hanging on tighter than he probably needed to be, thinking he was going to scrape his legs on the exposed rock surface of the hillside.

Deb in the waterI hopped in for a last bit of snorkeling in the impossibly clear blue water, you could see the bottom and it was deep. I kept encountering Gar! Schools of gar! They seemed to be following me. I would start swimming in one direction and turn around and see a pile of them behind me. I tried to keep up with them, but they are speedy little buggers. I wish to get a book of Mediterranean fish to help me identify all the fish I saw on this trip. Snorkeling without glasses, I’m limited to what I can actually see. Yes, I get some magnification from the water, but unless the reefs and fishes are within arms reach, I can’t really tell what I’m looking at. A reference book will help fill in the blanks in my minds eye. I would like to get goggles with my prescription in them at some point.

After lunch we boated into Fethiye and drove up to the hotel up in the mountains. Here I have pine forest clad mountains to the left and right of me, teal blue Mediterranean below me, paragliders are dotting the clear sky above me, we have an amazing room, it’s paradise, we could live here!

Turtles who wanted some privacyWhile Mark was at a clinic to have his hand checked out a few of us went to wander through the strange pine forest that blanketed the mountains around us. Inside it was dry and scrubby. Again it appeared to be all a single species of pine, the undergrowth dominated by a small leaf holly which sliced at our ankles like razors. Flipping a rock or two over hear and there, shuffling through the forest floor debris I encountered little evidence of bug life, a pile of eggs there, remnants of spun silk, were these from the Euplagia quadripunctaria, the tiger moths known for their large numbers here? Ahead of us we encountered two turtles, who clearly wanted their privacy, we could hear their shells banging off of one another as we walked away.

Drying off after a last swim