We both awoke feeling
cold (relatively speaking) in the early hours and retreated into Mabel’s
bedroom.
When I checked my email
first thing there was a message from Anna Scott from Vodafone following up on
mine to Russell Stanners, the CEO. She understood my frustration but to get the
discount assigned to our internet connection permanently I would have to go
through the text validation process again. Her email showed links that would
allow me to trigger a text at a time to suit me. So, I went through the text
process for a fifth time, the validation code arrived from Vodafone but I
couldn’t return it as confirmation. I suspected the Turkish network didn’t
recognise the Vodafone number the text had come from and it wasn’t disclosed. I
emailed Anna explaining what had happened and pointed out the farrago was of
Vodafone’s making and they should sort their systems out such that customers
didn’t have to do it for them.
Shortly after Jane got up
I heard the sound of a cat meowing and told Jane she had a visitor. Jane could
find no sign of a cat outside, but she tracked down the noise as coming from a
bird perched in an olive tree nearby. Unfortunately, it flew away before she
could grab the camera.
We walked down to the
camping ground’s Gecko Café for breakfast. It was a great setting on a terrace
by the sea overlooking a small jetty to which was moored a dive boat preparing
for the day. We had noticed how breakfast seemed to be an important meal for
Turks. Turkish breakfast was on the menu and we ordered one each. I opted for
tea while Jane went the whole hog and opted for Turkish coffee.
While we waited for our
food Jane started studying a leaflet sitting between the glass table top and
the table cloth. “Oh look”, she said “Aqua Sausage”. I looked and saw it wasn’t
a watery chipolata late edition to the menu, it was advertising Aquassage, a
massage given in a water bath.
With the exception of two
meals in Pamukkale we had been very pleased with the food we have eaten out in
Turkey. Our breakfast experience was yet another good meal. It comprised of a
boiled egg, beyaz (the Turkish equivalent of Feta) which tasted better than any
goat’s cheese we had eaten in a long while, a creamy dip, cucumber, tomato,
honey, Nutella (which seems very popular in Turkey judging by the quantities
on supermarket shelves) strawberry jam, grapes, dried apricots, olives, baked
Haloumi type cheese and two slices of spicy sausage. That all came with a large
basket of fresh bread. Jane found her coffee very similar to its Greek
counterpart and very much an acquired taste that she wasn’t sure she wanted to
acquire.
We spent the rest of the
day outside Mabel. I set up our big table in the shade of an olive tree and got
some blog published while also starting to fill gaps in more instalments.
We didn’t need lunch
after our big breakfast and nibbled on a peach and some cxhocolate balls
instead.
Just before 20:00 we
headed back to the Gecko Café for dinner. Our waiter had very good English
which he said was self taught by watching English movies with Turkish sub-titles. He
had a collection of 3,000 movies and could reel off the top ten most popular
worldwide. He was a teacher of Turkish based in a small village where there wasn’t
much to do outside work other than watch
movies. Kaş was his home town and he had returned to work there during the
school holidays. Unfortunately, we didn’t see him again after he took our
orders and we weren’t able to find out more about him.
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| Kas From Our Dining Table |
Jane’s fish was very
good, as was my kofte. While we ate we watched a young couple preparing for a
night dive. Once ready they jumped in from the dive boat jetty. Back at Mabel
we were able to watch their under-water progress via the glow of their powerful
lights reflecting off the surface.
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| Preparing For A Night Dive |
It was still hot and
humid by the time we were ready to sleep. We slept on our camp stretchers
again.
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