Fethiye is stunning. It's quite difficult to justify exactly how beautiful it is without getting soppy, or sounding like I'm exagerating. To put it plainly, if I lived here, or saw this view everyday as of now for the rest of ever, I don't think I'd get bored. I wouldn't stop marvelling at how bloody pretty it is.
York campus lake, eat your heart out.
It is a slight shame that I've come at a time of year when they're remodelling one area- the town square on the edge of the harbour. Though it hardly detracts from the beauty of the bay, it's quite an odd sensation walking along a gorgeous pier, busy looking out onto the Med, and finding yourself to have stumbled into a construction site, complete with bemused workmen who see straight through your attempts to look like you've ended up there on purpose. That aside, this has been my favourite place to go for a walk, anywhere, ever.
|My paper rose!|
I've done more touristy things, mostly wandering around the old town looking at fabrics and spices and trinkets- I bought a gorgeous handwoven cushion- and headed back to the comfort of my air conditioned room while the sun was a its harshest. Then, a surprise visitor! Regina, of heroic fame, turned up unannounced. Delighted, we headed out for some chai, gossip, and a game of backgammon.
|I suck at backgammon.|