Likya Yolu: Part 2

Day 2: Kirme - Gey (~28 km)

The blaring morning call to prayer called my mind back into consciousness and I was happy to be relieved of my headache from the prior day. I was eager to get out on the trail and see how far I could walk in a day since it was my first full day on the trail. This was my first time hiking a full day at my own pace. You already know the answer to this now. 28 km isn't bad for the 8 hrs or so I spent on the trail given the terrain and elevation gain and loss.

When I reached Faralya I stopped for a huge Turkish breakfast. A standard breakfast includes sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, cheese, olives, jam, honey, lots of bread, and chai tea. Generally, at every meal I ate, an entire fluffy roll of bread was sliced up and given alongside the meal. These were absolutely delicious and I made it my duty to leave no slice left behind at any meal. Okay, enough about food. What about the hiking? No, I haven't even written about dinner yet! Lunch was just nuts and bread, nothing thrilling there. Maybe I should fill in the bit of walking before dinner.

The next land mark on the trail was a beach and seeing as how my current elevation was 500 m, I had a sizable descent ahead of me Likya Yolu style which means losing or gaining elevation very rapidly. I found that the trail often abandoned traditional features like switchbacks opting for a more direct approach. To make matters more interesting there had been a lot construction in area destroying some of the waymarks. This resulted in me seeing what appeared to be the trail way down a very steep slope with no apparent path to reach it and then sliding down the slope through shrubbery hoping it was the correct trail (it was).

Kabak Beach

After about two seconds of ooh-awing at the beach I began a long ascent up some mountain dumping out onto a road where I walked the remainder of the way to the small village of Gey. I was planning on camping near the village on the grassy terraces at the edge of some cliffs to watch the ships sail by while the sun set. Sounds awesome, right? Instead, the mayor's wife invited me to sleep on their balcony where they had some blankets and pillows laid out. Additionally, they offered to make me dinner (for a fee of course). She came out with a huge platter of food. I had and still have no clue what half of the food actually was but all of it was scrumptious. They also gave me a huge bowl of freshly made honey. I didn't want it to go to waste so I stowed what was left over of it in an empty water bottle for future snacks.

One of my favorite pictures from the trip

The trail is this picture. Can you see it? I can't.

The sun sets around 8/8:30 pm and after a long day of walking this is a reasonable bedtime for me. After getting situated I watch the sun sink out of view and attempted to drift off to sleep. To my displeasure the only street light in probably a 20 km radius was about 10 meters away from me. I was able to prop up my backpack in such a way to block most of the light. Little did I know was that the mayor's house was the life of the party. There were people talking loudly on the floor below me well into the night. Sleep just didn't really happen that night because I was back on the trail at 6am the following morning. No more taking requests to sleep on open-air balconies. I like my tent and the wilderness.

Day 3: Gey - Letoon (~34 km)

The first half of the day was awesome. The hiking consisted of following treacherous mountain goats trails high above the coast and eventually descending into the delta. The delta of doom and despair for walkers I came to learn. The route was also interspersed with sections of jeep roads connecting very small villages. These villages often didn't have shops to resupply. However, if you head to the mosque, you can usually find clean water.

Typical Lycian Way trail

When I was mission planning and mistakenly trusting the guide book in the morning I was under the impression that I could camp anywhere in the delta seeing as it was flat. My plan was just to walk until I was tired and set up camp for the night somewhere in the delta. The delta doesn't really contain land for camping. There were many kilometers of green houses filling up most of the delta. Furthermore, the road that the waymarks wanted me to follow was flooded since marshland surrounded the land with greenhouses. I proceeded to walk on dusty concrete roads for the next 14 km in the blazing hot sun. I felt like I was walking in the desert walking endlessly towards some mirage in the distance. My mirage being a lovely campsite. Some nice man stopped me and gave me some of his tomatoes from his greenhouse. I was very gracious for the gift but cringed at the though of more weight on my back. After what seemed like an eternity, my eyes rested on a reassuring waymark; the first one I'd seen in hours. I then found a market and restocked on food. It wasn't until 6pm that I found a campsite on the bank of a river. I had walked for 12 hours. I was my feet's worst enemy. Blistered and beat into a pulp, oh feet how I have wronged you. For the rest of the trek my feet exacted their duly revenge on me every step of the way. I learned to ignore the aching pain, well, sort of.

Letoon - Roman ruins 1 km from my campsite. I didn't really care about the ruins at the time because I just wanted to find a campsite