Monday, November 8, 2010

Karmylassos...Levissi...Kayakoy

Monday was an interesting day, some practical matters, a surprise, and then a walk through the more recent ruins of Karmylassos, later called Levissi, now Kayakoy. It was a largely Greek town of some 400 homes, 6k from Olu Deniz and Fethiye, near the western Mediterannean coast. In 1923, during the "exchange" of populations ordered by the Great Powers, all of Turkey's substantial Greek population were "re-settled" in Greece--and vice versa. Many hundreds of thousands of persons. Nevermind these populations had been intermingled, more or less peacably, at every level, for centuries. Many centuries. It was an incredible upheaval and tragedy, memorialized in Louis de Bernieres' Birds Without Wings, a very great contemporary novel. Karmylassos is now a ghost town, 400 empty homes, churches, chapels, schools, and other buildings. It is not yet a World Heritage Site, so far as I know, but ought to be one.

I credit the Turks for memorializing this tragic part of the birth of their Republic.
Just a portion of Karmylassos, hundreds roofless homes, shops, chapels...
















Some little bit of color remains on the stones and plaster















There were two main churches, an upper and a lower, and many, 
many smaller chapels;
this is the interior of the upper church





















A view of the customs house at the top of the hill, from the 
upper church




















Hearth and home; one of the characters in Birds Without Wings observes... 
there are no greater evils in the world than religion and nationalism
















One of perhaps a dozen or more small chapels scattered about the town















School














Public fountain















Entrance to the lower church; the palms a symbol of Christian 
victory




















Porch mosaic















Interior of the lower church


















The practical matter: in the morning we stopped by the Letoon 
hospital in Fethiye, which has a "tourist" department, and had
Vicki's troublesome shoulder examined; in this and future pix 
you'll see her in a sling, but, hopefully, it will be getting better,
particularly after a shot, some prescriptions, etc.

























The surprise: Turkey is 98% Muslim, and we had despaired of finding pork, 
starting a month ago, when our supply of bacon and pork chops from Bulgaria 
ran out; imagine our delight, in Fethiye, finding the Pork Shop (for UK tourists);
we stocked up again, as much as our little freezer permits


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Cleared for Landing At Olu Deniz

Please bring your seat backs to their full up-right position and stow your tray-tables. We will be landing in Olu Deniz shortly.
So we're walking along the nearly deserted beach in Olu Deniz and just happen to 
notice this sign...
















When--buzzzz--out of the clear blue of the western sky















Comes






One of my favorite aircraft















No, not just buzzing the pretty Turkish girls on the beach















But actually landing right there on the beach, next to the (deserted) life guard's 
station, the tiki huts, and us
















Taxiing to the terminal
















They do other sorts of recreational/touristic flying as well;
hmmmm, Icarus, wasn't he the one that flew too near the sun
and...?




















I might have been interested, but was not impressed with the handling of the 
goods
















Nonetheless...














The (new) Songbird, with Sky King and Penny; a show I never missed as a kid
(stolen from Flight Aware)

On the Blue Lagoon, Olu Deniz

Saturday afternoon we found our way back down to the sea, the resort of Olu Deniz and a campground on the Blue Lagoon, which, I am told, is famous. We decided to take it easy here for a day, do the wash, regroup, and walk into town...
We are staying at the Sugar Beach Club, 20YTL, including everything, which 
evidently is a pretty swinging place in the high season; don't worry, we are the 
only campers here presently

















This is the Blue Lagoon, which looks more black and brackish to me















This is the Creature from the Black Lagoonone of the formative 
movies of my life; along with Jaws, accounts for my disinclination 
to go into any water that doesn't have major chlorine content 
(caption: "in your dreams, scaly creep")






















Interesting adverts in town














Guess the nationality of visitors here; I was tempted 
nonetheless



















They also do boat cruises (we passed)














In high season it looks like this














Right now it looks like this; which is incredible because the place is glorious, 
more than affordable, and the weather beats anything we saw in Spain; but 
apparently there are no cheap flights from the UK of GB this time of year

















So the locals get to practice mountain rescue techniques



















And have family picnics in the Natural Park; Turkish family picnics are not 
small and simple affairs...

Saklikent Gorge

A little more driving, and one of Tom Tom's more interesting short-cuts, took us up to the mountains and the Saklikent Gorge, a huge gorge that cuts up into 9,895 foot Gombe Akgai. Access to the gorge is only by foot.
A boardwalk leads a few hundred feet into the
gorge; after that, you walk in the stream...




















Gorges are really tough on cameras and
photographers--no perspective to lend the
3rd dimension, very difficult lighting





















Plus, we did not want to get our feet wet, nor risk any more
debilitating injuries; so we stopped here
















Looking up; I would guess it's 300 feet deep at this point,
deeper further in















Bolder explorers can rent head and foot gear from the
concessions
















Or dine in platforms in the creek (somehow, farm-raised
Turkish trout didn't quite appeal)















The creek, which is actually quite a gusher
even in this dry part of the year





















At the mouth of the canyon





















The creek, from above; this is how harbors get silted-up!























We drove on in the direction Fethiye, stopping for a couple days' rest on the beach in a campground in Olu Deniz.

Xanthos

Only a few miles from Letoon is Xanthos, which, near a hill-top, was the capital of Lycia.
We had Xanthos pretty much to ourselves (as with so
many of these sites)
















Main street, Xanthos, one of the wider boulevards we have
seen in this part of the ancient world
















Typical of the stones laying around by the hundreds















Agora and theatre















Huge stele; the top part is in the British
Museum, of course




















Several Lycian tombs adorn the theatre area















Remains of the large Byzantine church elswhere on the site















Nice mosaics in the church















"Heart" detail















Around the hill is the necropolis and a number of ruined
tombs and house tombs

















Most pretty tumbled down; despite the ruination, both
Letoon and Xanthos are World Heritage Sites