Saklikent
I visited the Saklikent gorge!!!! !
The first time we took a tour in a street agency in jeeps. In fact, it turned out to be a natural jeep safari with the following program: we drove past Tlos, only stopping for a photo at the foot, Yakipark for half an hour, the Cherished Saklikent Gorge for 1 hour (a walk along the gorge itself) plus lunch. There was enough time to cross the raging river and go a little deeper into the gorge on foot. Then we stopped at some place where you could lie in the healing mud... and home. BUT it was not enough for me to walk along the gorge for an hour, I wanted to reach the end. Therefore, I decided to go on my own on a dolmush from Feti. A friend did not go, and the first excursion was enough for her.
So I came to the final from Calis to Fethiye, and the local barker said that I needed dolmush to Saklikent, they asked me 20 lira and asked me to sit down to wait. They gave me a ticket and said Tlos, Yakipark, Saklikent.
Then I realized that apparently I chose the wrong one, I chose a dolmushka, But there’s nothing to do, my knowledge of English is practically at zero, like a dog I understand part of it, but I can’t say anything. I think it’s okay to see it there... especially since the group seems to be gaining normal. We got into the dolmush at 11 o'clock and drove off, treated us nicely to Coca-cola and soon dropped us off at some cave. Where we were invited to walk with a guide for about half an hour, in one place the vaults were so low that we had to climb over the carpet, carefully laid here for a long time. Then back to dolmush, we go to places already familiar to me .... and turn into Tlos. When they dropped us off, the Italians asked how far it was to Saklikent (apparently they already wanted to walk), to which the guide replied: “It’s about 40 minutes walk, but why go? Now we stop here for one hour, then we go to Saklikent. We stand there for 3 hours. And then to Fethi. Then I was delighted, finally I could wander around Tlos. Entrance fee is 5 lire.
And finally we drive up to Saklikent. Our multilingual group (by the way, there were no Russians in our dolmuska besides me) was invited to dine for an extra charge. fee and then stroll through the gorge. But I decided that first a walk and then lunch, especially since I did not know how long the entire hike would take to the end of the gorge. Entrance to the gorge 5 lira. Having reached the cafe, I changed my slates into slippers (I had rubber ones from Egypt, for swimming in the sea, the sole was not as thin as those that are sold there). I felt comfortable. Therefore, if there is something like that, it’s better to take it, it’s stupid to go there in slates, there were many lost slates along the way. I put the things that I had with me into a waterproof bag and put in a backpack so that my hands were free. So I went to this seething river (the time was 14.45) where the water is very icy, I don’t know how many degrees, but you can go through.
I don’t know if it’s always, but in August a rope was stretched across the river, holding on to which everyone crossed this strong raging stream. Including children of different ages from 8-9 years old. Then I heard my native speech, two young guys decided how to be either in shales to go or to hold in their hands. She didn't bother them and moved on. Crossing a raging river takes 2-3 minutes, unless of course you have to stand and wait for people to pass in front. Then the calm part of the gorge begins, the water is not icy, about ankle-deep, a little cool, so you walk for about an hour. Then various descents begin and the water reaches the pits, sometimes to the knee, sometimes to the waist. And now a waterfall appears on the left near the wall, if before that I was walking and taking pictures, then I have to hide the camera in my backpack again and get it only at the finish line.
After the first waterfall, it was really possible to take a picture, but I decided that I would do it on the way back. With my height of 150 cm, in some places the water reached my chin, and in one place I even had to swim before climbing to the top, because it was hidden from my head, and the backpack floated like a float. But thanks to one of the tourists they gave a hand and stretched it to the top. After this hole at 160-170 cm, a group of tourists (20-30 people) decides to turn around and go back, not all of them even crossed this hole. I look around to see if someone else is walking ahead, because I want to go, but somehow I’m afraid of one. And I see that two, as it turned out later, Americans, are going to continue on their way. I settle down behind them, after 10 minutes of slow walking, because the bottom is not visible, we literally go to the touch, a conversation is started (as far as my poor English allowed). We go forward, there is still no one behind us, and the water is now up to the waist, then up to the chest.
We reach a dead end, where you need to climb to the top about 3 meters, while the depth is 120-130 cm, and a waterfall flows from above. Jason was able to get to the top, but Erin and I couldn't. We stood there for probably 10 minutes and it seems like we don’t want to go back, and we can’t go forward. Then another tourist came, by the way, he was in front of that pit and did not accept any help, he said that I myself! (Like Italian). He also toiled for about 5 minutes, climbed to the top and went to explore, quickly returned and said that the finish line was very close. It was decided to go up. Jason helped Erin up, then I helped her up, and then she helped Jason up. And indeed, the finish line was very close - a waterfall that flowed between two huge boulders, you can’t go further without special equipment. It was cool here, because everything was damp and there was no sun.
We took a picture of my camera (which, fortunately, did not get wet, the bag really turned out to be waterproof), agreed that I would then send them pictures by e-mail and went back. And we saw on this difficult for us impasse how some guy very deftly climbs to the top on the move, apparently there is a Turkish guide, and helps a group of tourists to climb. We ask him how to get down, he says very simply - RIDE)). And we, like in a water park, are rolling down a hill, there are a lot of positive emotions. The way back seems shorter as usual, you already know everything and are not afraid of anything, and takes half the time. We reach the seething river, there are almost no people on the "rope" across the river. Time 16.50. In a cafe, we ask for a pen and a piece of paper, I take an e-mail address from the Americans.
And happy from the fact that I reached the end, my dream came true, I go to the toilet (by the way, I also paid 1 lira) to change into everything dry, well, I don’t like to ride in the wet))) let it dry a little bit, I want clean dry clothes. Basking in the sun, and waiting for our dolmush to go back at 17.45 we leave for Feti.
This is such a journey
