The meltemi arrived the same day Honor landed at Izmir airport for a week’s holiday onboard. No chance of the gentle day sails with a lunch stop at anchor we’d planned when the forecast is showing northerly force 6&7 all week, day and night. Luckily Honor’s not an ultra keen sailor so she doesn’t mind that the boat’s staying firmly tied up in Teos marina.
Party time - we’re invited to join fellow boat owners at a marina concert celebrating the start of summer.
Sigacik (with Seferihisar) is proud to be the only slow food town in Turkey. The snail, emblem of citta slow, is a must-see landmark. But why is it bright pink?
After a couple of days sitting by the pool, or at the local beach getting a sand facial in the wind, we hired a car and did a circuit up the little Meander valley and back to Selcuk returning along the coast road to Teos.
Our locally produced guidebook recommended visiting Tire, a village in the little Meander valley. It turned out to be nondescript warren of alleys lined with stalls selling tin buckets, shoes and garish jewellery - with no sign of the ‘cultural assets’ and local handicrafts of felt, clogs and quilts promised in the guide’s effusive description.
After sampling the local grape sherbet and watching a weaver on his loom in an old hamam, we pressed on for lunch at Sirince, a hilltown perched above Selcuk. Much better.
Another day saw us cooling off at Ramo beach, close to Cesme. Although it faced south away from the wind, loads of whitecaps surfed past offshore.
Our unreliable guidebook suggested visiting Urla on the way. The town is allegedly the oldest olive oil workshop in the world with ‘a very Aegean ambience’. But somehow we couldn’t quite bring ourselves to stop and see if it was true or not. We went to Alacati instead and watched hundreds of windsurfers blasting back and forth across the lagoon before heading back home. The wind’s still howling in the rigging - oh dear.
Party time - we’re invited to join fellow boat owners at a marina concert celebrating the start of summer.
Sigacik (with Seferihisar) is proud to be the only slow food town in Turkey. The snail, emblem of citta slow, is a must-see landmark. But why is it bright pink?
After a couple of days sitting by the pool, or at the local beach getting a sand facial in the wind, we hired a car and did a circuit up the little Meander valley and back to Selcuk returning along the coast road to Teos.
Our locally produced guidebook recommended visiting Tire, a village in the little Meander valley. It turned out to be nondescript warren of alleys lined with stalls selling tin buckets, shoes and garish jewellery - with no sign of the ‘cultural assets’ and local handicrafts of felt, clogs and quilts promised in the guide’s effusive description.
After sampling the local grape sherbet and watching a weaver on his loom in an old hamam, we pressed on for lunch at Sirince, a hilltown perched above Selcuk. Much better.
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| Lunch on shady terrace at Sirince |
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| Sirince |
Another day saw us cooling off at Ramo beach, close to Cesme. Although it faced south away from the wind, loads of whitecaps surfed past offshore.
Our unreliable guidebook suggested visiting Urla on the way. The town is allegedly the oldest olive oil workshop in the world with ‘a very Aegean ambience’. But somehow we couldn’t quite bring ourselves to stop and see if it was true or not. We went to Alacati instead and watched hundreds of windsurfers blasting back and forth across the lagoon before heading back home. The wind’s still howling in the rigging - oh dear.
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| Enjoying a meal out on our last evening together |
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