The house that Mark and Teresa are staying in is on the peninsula, a few kilometres from town. Dotted on the hillside are fancy hotels and even more fancy houses. There is a great view across the ocean to a Greek Island.
In the morning I laze about on the patio, admiring the view, soaking up some sunshine and eating a lazy breakfast. The day continues in the same manner and apart from a quick trip to town for some food I don't do a lot. In the afternoon Mark and I enjoy a couple of sunset beers.
The following morning it is time to leave. It's another perfect winters day - clear blue skies, light breeze and warm enough for shorts and sandals.
The cycling continues to be spectacular, winding along the edge of the water, steep hills or cliffs on my right. Eventually the road turns inland and thankfully isn't as hilly as I thought it would be. I find spot to camp under a large olive tree in an empty field.
The following day I make quick time to Fethiye, the cycling is not the most interesting but it's mostly fast and fairly flat. The most intersting thing I pass is a BIM (Turkish equivilant of Aldi) situated underneath a mosque.
I am little earlier than my warm showers host expects so I spend the afternoon cycling around the harbour. The harbour is full of large gullets, many covered in tarps for the winter.
My host Kathy is an English woman that has been living in Fethiye for the last 6 years with her two daughters. Last summer Kathy and her older daughter, Kirsty cycled from Fethiye to the UK. We sit and drink tea and trade cycletouring stories.
At one stage Kathy mentioned that her daughter brings her a cup of tea every morning in bed. I mentioned that I love getting tea delivered in bed - not expecting it of course.
In the morning at about 7am I am lucky enough to get a cuppa in bed. Lucky me. Amazing! The sun is out and after Turkish breakfast Kathy and I cycle to the market for some veges.
I am not sure if I have mentioned Turkish breakfast yet. I love them. It usually consists of a range of olives, cheese, honey, butter, eggs, tomato, cucumber, jam, piles of bread and of course endless cups of tea.
After the markets Kathy, Kirsty and I pack a picnic and head for a ride around the peninsula. There were a few sharp, short hills to make sure we earned our lunch.
In the evening Ishbel, another cycle tourist showed up. She is planning on cycling around the world but got sidetracked in Turkey when she adopted a street dog. Since then she has been raising money for animal welfare and has found her adopted dog, Lucy a home in the UK.
The next day I have a lazy day, typing my blog and making plans for where to go next. I want to go south to Ölüdeniz and Faralya. The beaches that way sound nice and there might be some backpackers I can spend Christmas with.
The next day it is raining. Kathy kindly let's me stay for another day. In the evening Ishbel, Kathy and Bec (her younger daughter) attend an expat trivia night. It's a little strange. Mostly full of old English people that live in the region. A lady on our team insists that everything in life is a competition and proceeds to cheat during the music section of the quiz. We still don't win.
14/12 Kas - Gölbent: rode 63km, ODO 5303km
15/12 Gölbent - Fethiye: rode 59km, ODO 5362km
16/12 Fethiye: rode 29km, ODO 5391km
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