Days 39 & 40 – I’m not in the mood . . .

“I’m not in the mood” – an often repeated and clichéd phrase that’s been typecast for centuries – far less so than its uttered counterpart – “Not tonight Josephine”.

When you’re not in the mood, or don’t feel like doing something, it isn’t always easy to push that mood in the opposite direction. Say “shove off” and break free of its control. Yet, when you do do the very thing you don’t feel like doing, the swing becomes more dramatic and uplifting.

Despite there being so many daily points of interest, when it comes to putting them down ‘on paper’ at the end of each day, I’m not always in the mood. Yet, once the first few words are down, and toyed with, others flow. Then before I realise it, I’m feeling pleased with myself – again!

Day 39 – Ya Basta Camping, Kayakoy, just 9K south of Fethiye, is today’s destination. It’s another up and over entry. In doing so, we can be forgiven for thinking it’s snowed down below. In fact, it’s fruit and veg land.

Day 41 – AM One by one, our Türkiye hit list is diminishing by the day. Today’s a little different. We get to kill two birds with one stone.

It’s this trip’s first outing for Scoot. Like a Phoenix, he’s risen from the ashes. Reincarnated and virtually factory floor new. His unhappy kidnap and torture, just before our Northern Spain trip, a dim and distant memory.

A twenty minute up and over, Scoots us to the foot of the Lycean tomb of Amyntas, son of Hermagios. Laid to rest high up in the mountain rock face a mere 2,374 years ago! Not suprisingly, it looks a little worse for wear. Nevertheless, it’s still hugely impressive. Especially when viewed from close up.

Day 41 – PM – We’re pitched up about 400 meters from a previously Greek occupied town of Kayaköy. A ghost town of roofless ruined houses. The Greek/Turkish people/home exchange, after Türkiye was officially formed in 1923, was another event designed to create a fully Muslim state.