The decision to head to Turkey was purely a financial one. Flights direct out to Nepal one way were pushing £800 each. When I was researching the trip I came across and airline called Air Arabia, they just happened to fly to Kathmandu in Nepal from Istanbul (Via Sharjah in the Emirates) The cost was about £200 each. Having managed to bag some cheap flights out to Turkey for about £43 I had saved a fortune. The only downside was that we’d have to travel through some of Turkey.
This wasn’t a problem, I already had my feelers out for a Turkey trip and so knew we could quite easily fill a week en route from the SW Turkey to Istanbul.
Over the past decade in the UK travel companies have surged and gone are the days when the scope of a working man’s holiday was Spain or the Canaries. Turkey is a huge tourist destination and this part of Turkey is a hotspot. On the flight out there were 9 kids, 2 were mine. So it’s obviously mainly a couples place, this is fantastic for travellers with children. It means there is still some kind of niche for us and whilst you can’t expect children’s menus etc the Turkish seem more than willing to bend over backwards in their efforts to accommodate young kids.
I got us somewhere nice for our night in Icemeler, it was the best hotel in the area and the 4th best in the whole of Turkey (trip advisor) the reason was simple. Last year we arrived into Delhi and it was too much, we were in a snide city, 48 degree heat and in a dirty hotel with nothing to do. This year was all about doing thing slowly and so that’s why once at the hotel we did very little except for a stroll into town and relaxing by the pool. The kids bought some water pistols and had great fun until one of them decided it would be funny to squirt me sat on a lounger reading my kindle. That was the end of the water pistol fun.
When we travel to different countries we don’t just go to see the sights, or for the stamp in the passport – We go for the whole experience, the culture, the lifestyle, the sights, the food, the experience. And so, it goes without saying that we always try local food and generally it’s usually all we eat. The daily diet is usually – Bread for breakfast, it may sound boring but every country does bread so different and it’s fresh and full of carbs which fires you up for the day ahead. Lunch is usually street food, it’s cheap, tasty and readily available and for dinner we tend to go to a local restaurant to have a meal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to say I’d try anything, I wimped out of eating soured fish in Malaysia – But Charlie would. That boy would try anything, and he has. Abi just sort of follows suit with the occasional moan, she is completely different to when we are in the UK where seemingly she likes nothing.
Well, turkey is a culinary dream for me. Their national dish is Kebab and so that’s pretty much what we’ve been living off, we’ve also had pide, which is Turkish pizza. The thing is it’s not like the UK. In Britain when you go buy a kebab what you’re essentially getting is all the dregs of lamb thrown into a mixer with loads of spices and a couple of wardrobes thrown in for taste. It is more effective than any laxative and has been keeping Rennies in business for years. Here it’s different, it’s quality and absolutely gorgeous.
Anyway, we genuinely were sad to leave Icemeler and really I wish I’d have planned for longer, but the trip goes on and so we left for the five hour journey North, through the ridiculously high mountainous roads with no barrier and on the world’s smallest minibus to Selcuk, home of one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.