Spring, not Summer.
Warmish not HOT.
More locals out walking than tourists.
One more cat, albeit only a temporary visitor, had been added to the gang.
Of course, you would remember the gang from our last visit here in the Summer of 2017.
This visit could not be more opposite in weather conditions. Not a cloud blighted the sky when we were here last. Currently, with the season being spring it has brought more unsettled weather. As in clouds with an occasional dollop of rain. Not that has deterred us from heading over the hill to take Tequila for a run along the beach, or was she taking us for a walk?
So where is Iztuzu Beach from Dalyan?
Approximately 12 km give or take a few steps, to walk along it requires walking 4.5 km. It is no ordinary beach as part of the year it is one of the Mediterranean nesting sites for the loggerhead turtle.
If you don’t have a dog to walk you may like to enjoy a slightly more extended journey through the hinterland of fertile, scenic waterways are well worth the time. Which is on the public boat that leaves from the riverside in Dalyan. It chugs past the rock tombs and the ancient site of Caunos, through the reed beds of the river delta.
At a princely sum of around 13 TL which equates to approximately 2.70 euro. Options for a coffee and a bite to eat can be enjoyed at the cafe with a return to Daylan on the bus.
Of course, we had Tequila to walk.
At this time of the year, there are fewer options unless we had access to a boat, which we didn’t. We were limited to using our rental car. It was indeed no hardship as the views along the way were easy on the eye.
Car parked it was time for a jolly old romp around the beach, Tequila that is, not us, we placed our feet on the sandy beach in a more dignified way. We are older, and it does require a slow start with a more faster tempo as we warm up. Unlike Ms Tequila who of course is younger and more supple who leapt out of the car, with a slightly crazy happier than happy dog looked when we acknowledged that she could indeed head on over to the said sandy beach.
Any passerby could quickly pick the dog who is besotted the most with the beach life.
It is a happy scene watching her bounce and run around like a possessed dog on speed. Then comes the ultimate pleasure all wrapped up in one ball with spares just in case. This has Tequila running full force and eating small amounts of sand while nose-diving to get the latest ball that has been thrown for her benefit.
It has to be seen to be believed!
When walking on sand gets tiresome, there is always a walk over the hill to follow the coast along a wee bit more. It was quite a surprise to walk amongst a generous amount of daisies and bulbs which had apparently done their mission in life, and only their leaves remained. So it was a combination of scattered olive and other trees on the edge of a beautiful sea view with daisies along the path and the hillside. I am sure the goats appreciated the jolly burst of spring flowers as much as myself, for differing reasons.
For one of the gang, it was a pleasant walk, the Squire and Tequila stayed on the beach playing ball games.
Our second beach included a bit of a trek to find it. Not the sort of “put your boots on” kind of trek. It was one that required us to use the car GPS to work out what road we needed to take to get to the beach. The GPS was not pulling it’s weight that day. It was even threatened to be thrown out the window if it did not navigate us to where we wanted to go instead of taking us down dead-end roads with elaborate Hotel complexes.
As with most gadgets, this one didn’t work any more efficient with threatens, as I kept telling the driver who suggested that I take over driving. At that point, my best move was to keep quiet. Not that driving here was an issue with me, I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with a frustrating GPS. So, I left the Squire and the annoying gadget to work it out between them. Which they did much to the relieve of Tequila and me.
Us girls were ready for a walk.
Let the games begin!
To have access to a more pristine we needed to go over a bridge and part of the rocky hill that is between both the beaches. The differences between them were very noticeable.
Firstly, one was stony and sadly looked like a dumping ground for plastic which was scattered all over it. The second was smoothed over by a grader, not a grain of sand out of place, just like a typical tourist would expect it to be like. Close your eyes from the airport to the beach resort, and you can really believe you are in a paradise. Reminded me of the many beach resorts scattered around countries that are or could be classed as third world countries!
Reality is so much different for many of the locals!
It astounded us how many of these big hotel complexes there were amongst this coastal area. At a wild guess, I would say millions of dollars have been poured into these beach resort hotels. They all seemed to be closed up and going by comments from the locals are only used for a few months a year.
It would seem nobody likes to go to the beach in winter over here, well, apart from a few people like us, who love the beach and not so much the beach resorts.
The day was warming up.
Slightly warmer for a “normal” Spring day.