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Our last full day on Turkish soil arrived with a huge clap of thunder and a pair of doves building a nest outside of the room. Woolly says – the cooing started to drive me insane very quickly, I tried staring at them with one of my terrifying glares, shouting BOO very loudly before resorting to throwing pistachio shells at them which seemed to do the trick. We spent the morning re-planning our plans having discovered that Jo had managed to forget the month of June in it’s entirety!!!! Nothing like living with a dyslexic to drive you nuts! It is a slight issue... Woolly says – SLIGHT is an understatement! From now on it’s down to Zoe and I to plan, oh how much work I have to do! .......with the mammoth being in a grump we knew that the afternoon wasn’t going to be something that he would enjoy but for once it was time to treat the women in the party. With our bikini’s packed we were collected and driven through the streets of Feithye and into some lovely forest scenery before arriving at a luxury spa.
Woolly says – this wasn’t improving my mood but as Jo and Zoe were sheparded into the sauna seeing them baking nicely, I decided that actually this could be quite entertaining! Next came mud packs, how I wish my paws could operate a camera and that photo’s were allowed, the looked like hippo’s that had been basking in the mud. I trotted after them into the Turkish bath making sure not to touch the water, cold water was being thrown liberally over them both and they turned into drowned rats before bubbles started to appear. It was very clever, the people providing the treatment appeared to place some cloths into big copper bowls, wave them around before blowing on them and then producing huge swathes of bubbles to smoother on my fellow travellers bodies. More hysteria for me as feet were scrubbed and Jo started to howl in pain hehehehe, another dowsing in freezing water left the two girls shuddering before being covered in towels and led into a darkened room. Privacy at last from his grinning face as we received an incredible massage which helped to ease the aches and pains of carrying our lives on our backs.
Woolly says – having grown bored of waiting I had spent my time investigating the pools and gym which looked wonderful for those that weren’t allergic to water and fitness like myself. With the two of them nearly comatose in contentment and an early night on the cards I settled down for a peaceful evening. The alarm seemed to go off all to quickly and as Jo rose like something from the living dead I urged them on to finish the packing and get outside for our 3.30am transfer to the airport. Dalaman Airport wasn’t the most exciting place in the early hours but following a cay and a small snack I felt ready for the two flights to come. As the plane took off for the second time leaving my adopted country in the rain I waved adieu and settled down for the short flight to Athens. The oldest known human presence in Athens is the Cave of Schist, which has been dated to between the 11th and 7th centuries BC, the city has been continuously inhabited for at least 7000 years, which makes it a bit younger than me!
A short taxi ride took us to our basic accommodation for the next four nights and the need for food became the priority. Woolly says – well you don’t need to mention that word twice, leading the way I thought it a good idea to check out what time our first museum of choice for the morning opened and obtain rations on the way. As I leapt up the steps of the museum a rather nice man gave me a leaflet for 20%!o(MISSING)f meals, well it would be rude not to take up his kind offer. Cheese pastries and enough chips to feed several armies later and we decided to walk off our oversized lunch. For some strange reason Jo had control of the map!!!!! As Zoe and I followed behind her it appeared that she had full confidence in her abilities to lead us to the National Greek Costume Museum and get our bearings at the same time.....we were wrong! Half an hour after setting off I finally nudged Zoe who promptly removed the map from Jo’s clutches stopping the next human being we saw and asking them to show us where we really were in the huge city.
It was a confusing map! Woolly says – Having discovered that we had actually gone in the completely opposite direction than needed we set off once more. Passing the National Library it seemed only fair to stop and take pictures of this beautiful building but next door the sight was even better as our jaws dropped at the elegance of the University which started in 1837, wow to attend there would be amazing, just imagine going under those columns every day and gazing at the stunning frieze on your way to lessons each morning....almost worth attending education for! The buildings were beautiful and other than the amount of graffiti covering some of them, in fact covering nearly everything, they just made you stop and stare in delight. Woolly says – urging my companions onto our destination we took to the side streets and stood gazing at the map and the buildings around us, no museum seemed to be there. A squeak from Jo who was looking upwards to a rather fetching purple flag, she seemed to have found it after all, we tried the door, it was locked! Being the sensible one I strode into the nearby shop and enquired, not only was it closed it wasn’t due to open again anytime soon! You couldn’t credit our luck if you tried, looking at the ladies I had only one suggestion left, CAKE TIME!
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D MJ Binkley
Dave and Merry Jo Binkley
Spa life
sounds grand