Turkey: mountains, sea and cows
Many experienced tourists enthusiastically praise independent travel, Europe, distant exotic countries, sea cruises, etc. , and speak with disdain about All-Inclusive package tours to Turkey and Egypt. Like - well, what to do there? Overeating, lying on the beach, drinking vodka - fi, not at all interesting! And I love package tours. In them you can really relax for real, both in body and soul, and gain impressions.
I came to the Turkish Sinatra Hotel for the second time to rest - I really liked the first visit. Excellent cuisine, attentive staff, disco, karaoke - what else does an avid "mattress lover" need? I immediately found a girlfriend, and in order not to "stale" on the beach, we decided to go on an excursion to the mountains.
We started early in the morning, with a group of about 20 people. 3 well-worn open-topped jeeps took us to the Tauride Mountains. At first, the tourists, barely awake from a hangover, behaved quietly, but after an hour they perked up, turned on the music and began to dance right in the jeep, holding on to the pipes-handrails. The views were stunning - mountain ranges, minarets, pine-spruces. Well, and the sun, of course, what to do with it. The heat was below 50 degrees, but there was no shade on the mountain roads, so we cooled ourselves by surreptitiously pouring water on neighboring jeeps, and they poured water on us in retaliation.
The first stop is near a mountain stream. Almost the whole group went for a swim, the water temperature of 12-13 degrees did not frighten anyone. After such a hellish heat, it turned out to be the most. I even petted the cat, I love them)))
By the way - about food. Fed-drinked-treated at almost every stop. We drank tea, listened to Turkish love songs, talked to the guide and his family. Turkish women are very funny, they constantly chuckle at their men, especially when they see how they go after tourists. They are literally filled with laughter. When we asked about the law that allows Muslim men to have 4 wives, the ladies answered with a laugh that the law allows something, but men's opportunities - material and physical - are rather limited, they say, the gut is thin. Moreover, the official permission of the first wife is required, and it is also not so easy to obtain. So Turkish men console themselves by drinking tea and playing chess. Tea in all Turkish cafes is served free of charge in unlimited quantities, so the Turks drink it without measure (with a lot of sugar), and in old age they begin to suffer from diabetes. A cup of tea in Turkish is a mess, a stop is a fool. And so it happens - three "mess" on each "fool", and - hello, diabetes!
Trout is sooo tasty!
The ill-fated mess, or rather "badrags", but still a mess))
We got acquainted with the life of mountain nomads. High in the mountains for 9 months a year, without water or electricity, these selfless people raise sheep and goats. They go there in February, and by October the whole offspring is cut for meat or sold. As a rule, these are already old grandparents, and their children and grandchildren bring them food, water and batteries for the radio, about once a week.
Of course, not life, but a fairy tale! Sheep-goats in pens, mountains of manure everywhere. This manure is pecked by plucked chickens, dogs are running and begging... If only the guide said that we should take a couple of sausages for the dogs, otherwise the very poor dogs were emaciated, just bicycles. After contemplating feces, goats and nomads, we were taken to some kind of goat ditch . Cows grazed around this place, and they also crap - there were countless piles of cows on the road. The guide offered us to taste huge Turkish watermelons, previously chilled in a goat's ditch, but they no longer fit us. During the tour, we didn’t just overeat, we stupidly ate ourselves. Therefore, almost all watermelons were fed to cows, and in gratitude they gave birth to new brown cakes. One of the tourists, making out with a Turkish guy, sang in a thin voice: “Oh, shit, shit everywhere! ” "What's shit like in Turkish? " she asked her companion. He broke down for a long time, trying to look cultured, until I barked at him: “Quickly said how shit is in Turkish! ”. "Rig" - the guy answered, and was even more embarrassed. I wrote down this magic word on a piece of paper, and at every stop I voiced it to everyone who forgot what Turkish shit is called. By urgent request, of course.
These are the views we admired
A dog on a background of manure
Chickens eat
Chickens eat
And this cow thanked for the watermelon
Next on the program was the beach, swimming in a beautiful bay near Mount Olympus. As soon as they saw the sea, exhausted by the heat, gluttony and contemplation of feces, tourists rushed to the beach, ignoring the weak protests of the guides. I didn’t have the strength to take pictures of the bay, I just wanted to plunge into the sea.
After swimming, we dragged ourselves to Olympus. The sun was already setting, and the way up ran along polished stone steps. I reached halfway and decided to go back down - fatigue affected, and the sore leg made itself felt. Having descended, I lay down in a hammock, the guide's family who remained below treated me to tea (free of charge, figle). An hour later, our group returned, shouting: “We hate you, we experienced such things there, it was very dark and scary! ”
This is such a fun trip turned out. On the way back we stopped at a restaurant for dinner, tasted trout, drank, talked. What were they talking about? Well, of course, about how shit will be in Turkish)))
Nevertheless, we returned home in an excellent mood.
And here, in fact, is the competition photo. Not on purpose, it happened))
We went on another excursion, to ride on a boat. It was a lot of fun, a foamy disco, a good lunch, and most importantly, the captain of the ship himself danced an incendiary Turkish dance for us!
Our captain danced for us!
So I had a great rest on the package tour, and I wish you all the same!
