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Published: September 21st 2013
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The sun continues to shine, rain however has arrived and Woolly and I had a lovely hour watching the waiters pulling in chairs and tables with the rain bouncing off the pavement and developing rivers into the bar areas. Half an hour later and everything was back outside with the water disappearing under the bright sunlight again. The showers never last long……
Woolly says – the rain is even warm and if I was the type that wanted to shower I would have only needed some soap! The most exciting part of the week was being able to see our belongings again! Having waved them goodbye on 24
th July I was so happy to greet them on Turkish soil. We had been told that they would arrive sometime next week but then Jo received an email telling us that they would in fact be with us tomorrow.
Our excitement knew no bounds, even waiting for over two hours for the container to pull up and then the truck not being able to get down the road (we have had to store everything temporally in our friend’s garage) it was still a delight to be reacquainted
with our home comforts.
Woolly says – The best bit was opening one of the suitcases and finding British chocolate that Jo had stored for us – hmmmm bliss.
One thing we have learnt from this experience is that there is no hard and fast rule on importing to Turkey. Only a few of our boxes had been opened at customs where we had been told horror stories of boxes being opened and contents missing or contents being discarded as they were not acceptable. We might have had to wait a very long time but other than the paperwork trail it was an easy process.
Woolly says – With everything stowed and a couple of items retrieved we went happily on our way to the tent. Yes folks we are back under canvas as our holiday apartment is now occupied for the next month. We checked out two sites on the outskirts of Mamulatar approximately 30 minutes’ drive from Alanya, Sedre Camping looked the business with individual benches and seats for each pitch with nothing around it including shops except the sea it would have made life a little difficult, but
the fact that it was closed and deserted and obviously has been for quite a time ruled it out. So we pitched up on Perle Camping.
This is our first Turkish campsite and the best that can be said is that it provides what you need. For 25 lira’s a night (approximately £8.10 GBP) we have a small plot of grass to choose where to pitch, right next to the bar where we can listen to a small Turkish gentleman play his twelve string until the early hours. The toilets are clean and very modern which is in stark contrast to everything else, the showers are hot, the washing up area hasn’t been used in many a year along with the chemical waste, it doesn’t really feel like a campsite more a restaurant with some room for tents and motorhomes.
Woolly says – We are right on the beach which is nice but I’m not sure about the peacocks and hens who keep eyeing me up and I would happily roast the cockerel who thinks I should be up at 5am every morning! On our second night we decided to sample the restaurant food
as it seems to get quite busy even if it is off the tourist trail. Ian and I agreed to share some Spaghetti Bolognaise and garlic bread while Jo went for the Fish File (fillet). It took a long time to order, a very long time, I began to think we were invisible. Finally we attracted some attention and managed to ask for our food. It took an eternity to arrive and I could hear my stomach rumbling before it finally appeared on the table. The pile of spaghetti was bigger than the tent with only a small amount of sauce but we tucked in anyway, Jo sat and tried to make her way through the overcooked fish and cold insipid chips.
The food was not particularly good and in comparison to meals that we usually have out over here it was pretty bad, the best bit was the pickled cucumber that came with the meal! Including four beers we didn’t feel it was worth the 64 lira (approximately £20.65 GBP), as we dosed off for the night we were haunted by the soulful sounds of the Turkish singing and the sounds of the waves lashing against
the rocks.
Woolly says – well all things must come to an end and so tomorrow we go back on the road and head east to discover more of Turkey. Ollie is chomping at the bit and raring to go, let’s see where the road leads us next!
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