Today, my trek takes me to Fethiye, entry point for
the Blue Voyage.  The bus ride is scenic, and of
course, more scary than the ride in Selcuk as the bus
winds up and down tall mountain, again with no safety
barrier.

It's a hectic trip from the bus station to the center
of Fethiye.  The Turkish air force is in town to do a
show for the weekend, and the dolmus (local mini-bus)
are packed.  I squeeze into one, backpack and all, and
eventually make it in.  

Checking into my hostel, again which is empty, I score
a full dorm room to myself, though the owners tried
selling me a single room with a view for twice the
price.  Accommodations including breakfast set me back
$10.  The view from the rooftop terrace is unbeatable
- I get a panoramic perspective of the bay and town.

Being on the coast, I treat myself to an affordable
calamari salad lunch in the middle of the bizaar.  The
bizaar here is nice.  Unlike other bazaars, which look
more like flea markets, this bazaar looks more like
the ones you imagine.  Hanging vines and trees create
ceiling with natural sunlight shining through in the
alleways, and more traditional wares are sold
(although still catering to tourists).  There are more
outdoor cafes and restaurants, and carpets are draped
nicely in open areas for viewing.

My first order of business is to arrange a cheap
cruise to Olympos.  As with everything, I shop around
for a while, getting prices, bargaining and lowering
the price for the voyage.  Eventually, I get a good
price with a company  popular with backpackers, and
I'm ready to do some exploring.

Today, I will be visiting Kayakoy, a Greek village
abandoned in 1923 during a Greek-Turk land exchange. 
The Turks that came did not inhabit it, maybe because
they disliked the style (baths on the outside, barn on
the first floor), or out of respect of their own
situations, being dislocated and all.

Kayakoy is quite near some popular tourist areas and
villages, but surprisingly, no one wants to visit it. 
The lack of business there is obvious.  The
restaurants are rustic at best, and the village women
there follow me around pestering me for purchase until
I give in to get rid of them.

It's a tough hike around the ghost village. 
Earthquakes have toppled some buildings creating
rubble all over the place, and thick weeds and bush
have also sprung up.  The most beaten path leads to
the village church, which is suprisingly in tact and
quite a pleasure to see.  The black and white pebble
tiling remains in the courtyard, and from here, I have
a stunning view of the village.  The village is built
along a steep hillside, and there's more of a calm
feeling looking at it than any eeriness. 

There are a LOT of houses (population was 20,000), as
well as larger buildings that have other uses.  None
of the roofs remain, though some components are in
tact, such as deep wells in each house, some
treachorously covered by bush, and what I believe are
latrines, which I generously make use of.  There is no
furniture, though the Turkish people living at the
bottom have some artifacts on display and blue paint
on peeling plaster can still be seen on some houses. 
It's cool, but nothing close to the feeling I got in
the abandoned Croatian house last year.

I hike around exploring, finding dug out caves, which
served some purpose unknown to me, and I also take a
trek over the hill to a path leading to the famous
Blue Lagoon.  Unfortunately, as I reach the top, I
realize the hike is much too long, and I turn back.

After getting really lost for a while, and taking a
few injuries from some slips and tumbles, I manage to
find my way back to the entrance.  Unfortunately, it's
late and the dolmus is seriously infrequent, and
hungry mosquitoes are emerging, so I hitch a ride back
to town with some Brit tourists.

For dinner, I try out a Lokantasi, a diner for locals,
usually serving a set menu for the day.  I give
haydari a try - which is a yoghurt/dill/garlic dip. 
It's good, but one can be weary of it fast.  I also
try out some stuffed mushrooms.  Not too good - I
should have ordered the lokantasi's specialty instead
- Turkish pizza.

Another note on communications - English spoken hear
is rough.  I've been getting better on my Turkish,
refining my pronunciation with each day, but my
Turkish<->English phrase book has been invaluable.