Food By The A-Team: Turkey Sail Part 2

9 Aug

Welcome back to our series on Turkey and the sailing therein of with Busabout. If it has yet crossed anyone’s mind, I am not receiving anything in the way of kickbacks, discounts or the new George Michael single from the people at Busabout. These are purely my own words and punctuation, and any overly positive views expressed are a result of my experience being overly positive.

Can we move on now please?

In keeping with my promise to show you my view each time I sit down to write in my notebook, here it is this time:

I swear I bought my notebook, but now all I’ve got is a cocktail with a giant straw.

Our first stop was to be a small cove not far from Fethiye. Here we got our first blissful taste of how much of the week was to be spent.

You have to imagine me swimming and/or lying in the water with an inflatable donut.

Some might think doing this every day would start to wear thin after a while. Wait…no one would think that. Sorry.

When everyone was back on deck it was time for a more literal taste. Happily, our Busabout Sail Turkey included all meals. Now as we all know, I travel mainly for the food, so needless to say I was a little apprehensive about what it would be like. Enter….Mr. T.

I pity the fool who doesn’t like my tzatziki

Mr. T was actually a small Turkish man, but I didn’t get a picture. Basically we found it too hard to pronounce his real name, but we thought it started with T. Luckily he embraced the new moniker we gave him. Also luckily, among his many talents was cooking.

His first meal was a barbecued whole fish each, and from there it somehow got better and better as the week progressed. Barbecued chicken breasts, spiced rissoles and fish stuffed with lemon and garlic were always accompanied by delicious side dishes of rice, Mediterranean vegetables, pasta, cous-cous, fresh salads, stuffed capsicums and tzatziki-like sauces. Dinner was always followed up with fresh fruit platters of melons, cherries, and the biggest and best nectarines known to me.

In short, the food was really good.

After dinner there was some getting to know names in the form of a few drinks and games, and relative to the rest of the week, things finished up pretty early. Rather than go back to our cabins, the majority of the group snagged themselves a bed on the deck. We lay under the stars, far closer to each other than you would usually be after knowing them for mere hours. The gentle rocking of the sheltered cove quietly sent us to a peaceful slumber…

The days in Turkey tend to warm up pretty quickly once the sun comes up. Some people can handle sleeping in the morning sun for hours without stirring. I on the other hand woke up with the sun’s beam grazing my right foot and had to quickly yank it away as if I’d stood on Mr. T’s stove top. I’m quite paranoid and sensitive when it comes to sunburn, OK?

If I haven’t said this before I’m not sure why: There is NOTHING better than waking up in the morning and being able to take two steps before falling in to cool Mediterranean water. Not exactly a catchy slogan for Turkish tourism, but if everyone could start their day like that, I’m fairly sure the world would be like this:

What were we fighting about again?

After a traditional Turkish breakfast of eggs, tomato, cucumber, olives, cheese and bread, we were on our way. I was fairly sure I didn’t get seasick. Then again I was fairly sure Big Brother wouldn’t last eight seasons and then be revived by another network. Luckily I managed not to toss a sidewalk pizza on the way.

That day was to be the first of the adrenaline activities offered as extras on the Busabout Sail Turkey tour. Paragliding. As tight as my budget was, 170 Turkish Lira (roughly 85 Euro) to run off a 1800m mountain was too hard to pass up. Thank heavens for peer pressure.

Upon arriving at Ölüdeniz (Blue Lagoon) we were ferried to the small town where we piled in to a jeep. After roughly a 45-minute climb, some (me, at least) were getting fairly nervous. We finally arrived at the jump site and beheld Ölüdeniz from above. I was assigned to Mirac as my pilot and was promptly kitted up. From there I set about masking my fear by doing a movie poster-style look-down-at-the-camera shot.

COMING SOON TO CINEMAS – Gliderboyz: Being the little spoon

Generally when you’re standing 1800 metres up, you don’t want to be told “run and just keep running”. Nevertheless that’s what happened, and run we did. After being slightly scolded by Mirac for forgetting his instructions to spoon, this is what I saw:

If I had only 170 Turkish Lira left in the world, I can safely say I would either buy 34 doner kebabs or this experience. Once you are in the air there is no fear, just complete wonderment at what you’re seeing. I would try to describe it, but it would be like trying to describe the taste of a Mars Milk. It has to be experienced to be believed. (Note: This is in no way a detriment to paragliding, people who’ve read this blog before will know my feelings about Mars Milk).

That will bring part 2 to a close. I’ve no idea how long this series will go, but if Big Brother gets at least 8 seasons….

 

Safe travels, thanks for your readership. J

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