There, I gave Ryan his own blog space. He was reading what I had written over his shoulder. What he really wanted to make a point of was that he felt like his sleeping habits had been misrepresented in this blog, so I hereby repeal any and all commentary that may have made it seem that his seven-hour-off sleeping habits were anything that he could control... =) And for future reference, the world is indeed my play-toy, and things wouldn't be any fun otherwise.
For reference: that dream scared me, because I was afraid that you would think less of me, and because I was wrong.
We went to be somewhat early last night, and I slept long enough to have a few dreams. It turns out that the sun rises right in the window that our bed faces, and fewer things make me happier than being woken up by the sun. Some things that make me happier are the ocean, real juice, fresh bread, children laughing, and possibly vegan ice cream--the occasion has to be right.
After a yummy traditional breakfast (çay, ekmek, no ak peynir for some reason, zeytinler, domateslar, hıyarlar, and even portakallar bu güz), we set off to walk about the town, which we accomplished with flying colours. We even saw some ancient Roman ruins.* It was Sunday, so the place was quite quiet. We found out to-night that Tuesday is market day here...
They bay from the corner of our street:
Theatre!
A random path that we took and then the town and bay from it:
Steep hills...
Fethiye and tombs, just, you know, bein' tombs up there:
What Turkish journey would be complete without one of these?
And look what it's hiding!
After some lunch, we headed back to the hostel to find the best way to the rock tombs, but we ended up just looking at a map of where we are and I stubbornly refused to ask for directions, and when I finally conceded to ask, Tuna was around somewhere where we couldn't find him. We were told not to go into the tombs themselves, because they make you pay and it's the same anyways.
These are ancient Lycian tombs, just carved into the side of hills. I joked about how peeved the slaves must have been to build/carve them. All in all, though, the tombs were pretty cool.
The pomegranate trees growing on the sides of the streets were even cooler, though. They were not ripe, and did you you know that unripe pomegranates are really sour? O, and we had eaten figs from the trees on the sides of the road earlier, but I forgot to take pictures because I was too excited about the figs. They were yummy.
(Don't worry, I know that these are the pomegranates.)
When discussing how we were going to get to Kayaköy, Ryan mentioned that he thought that walking on roads was sketch, and that people should walk on paths or something. I asked him if I was sketch for growing up in a town that didn't have sidewalks. 'Yes.' I think that, since the ancient Romans constructed roads for moving soldiers, and they pretty much made roads what they are to-day (forget Eisenhower), so I'll walk on roads, thank you very much.
We had a nice, long, lazy dinner at Paşa Kebab, which had extremely reasonably priced traditional Turkish food that was both fresh and presented in an appealing manner. After dinner, we relaxed a bit back here and talked with Tuna about how to get to Kayaköy, Ölüdeniz, and a good hamam around here. I explained to Ryan that blogging is my substitute for journalling whilst travelling, and that is helps me decompress and sort out everything, and he's been very patient as I've written. After this, it's nearly bedtime, and then waking up to that damn rooster again around the 0400 call to prayer. To tell you the truth, I'll probably sleep through the call to prayer like I always do, and then go back to bed after hearing the rooster vaguely until the sun wakes me up, but Ryan, apparently, hasn't hones his unconsciousness quite yet like I have...
*Let it be known that, even though not everything that may be referenced here as 'ancient Roman' may indeed be ancient Roman, the ancient Roman were way cool, first, and second, they pretty much conquered everyone's ass, and may have inadvertently stolen architectural, artistic, or cultural styles, among other things, but by stealing them, made them Roman, and made all of the predecessors and followers Roman as well. So there.
O, also, today after seeing the theatre, wait, just kidding--strike that; amend it: last night after the 'Caesar salad? Et tu Brute!?' line in Aladdin, at which point I giggled quite a bit, Ryan only a weentsy bit began to understand how my reactions to Rome itself will be...
