Dalyan & on to Syria


Two nights in Bodrum was all we could take and we decided to search out the real Turkey. We failed yet again. However, we did find Dalyan, "set in lush river delta farming country………..Dalyan has it all. The Lonely Planet was actually fairly accurate on this one. The book failed to mention a pretty good night life too.

Our campsite was right next door to a night club and, despite the camp owner's concerns, the music pounding late into the night didn't really bother us as we rarely got home before sunrise anyway. Nevertheless Gav still managed to get his minimum 16 hours sleep. Some great laughs were had, especially with all those at the Albatros Bar- Thanks a million for preventing us from leaving on more than one occasion. This bar has some unusual customer service, especially on Manager's birthdays.

**UPDATE we have found the photos will be on soon!!!**

Sightseeing wise there were yet more spectacular ruins, beaches, mud baths and canoeing on the river . However, the majority of this was sadly missed due to the first case of food poisoning of the trip. Despite Dan's various attempts to be the first to catch it, (part of an ongoing weight loss programme), it was Gav who spent his time researching the areas toilet facilities. As a result, he has seen his weight plummet and now merely looks lęke a 40 year old alcoholęc.

Two of our fellow campers kindly offered to show us around parts of Israel and we hope to take them up on their offer pretty soon.

Currently we are heading to the Syrian border and have driven through some fantastic scenery but are taking it very carefully, as some of it resembles the final scene in 'The Italian Job'.

Security measures have taken another serious knock when Dan finally found his keys on the outside of the door after driving for an hour. Yet another attempt at a security review will have to take place- preferably before we get to Syria.

We plan to stay on the Turkish side tonight then cross the border in the morning to give us plenty of time for arguing with border officials and larking around in the various customs sheds.


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