So what do you do when your girlfriend leaves you with her husband for a week?
|Picnic at Arykanda - about time|
It's interesting, isn't it, how differently our bodies function? Perhaps Alex and I have started to sync like girls who get their periods at the same time. We're skinny old chooks, the pair of us. Having Warrick on board reminded us of how big a part of our life keeping the fridge full used to be when we had five teenagers under the parental roof.
|Emel makes a very fine espresso in her corner cafe at Ucagiz|
|Hassan - "best cook in the Mediterranean" - pours the Efes|
|Must be Efes time|
|Hoyran Wedre's pool is heavenly in 38 degrees C|
|Panamas maketh the men|
|Girls can have one too|
|Faces at Myra|
|The lovely surprise of Limyra's ruins (and below)|
|King of Kalekoy castle - "total KICKASS", as he described it in our shipboard diary|
|Warrick plays Scrabble in the minor league|
We've coped. We've put in the sea miles, taken the winding mountain roads - and Warrick has taken the pictures. We've climbed Arycanda's steep terraced slopes, we've snorkelled over Aperlae's sunken ruins, we've tucked into anyone's and everyone's mezes and how often have we toasted an absent wife. Warrick missed Robyn. But that's how it goes on the Turkish riviera in September. We enjoyed his company.
|Aperlae - the "other" sunken city at Kekova (and below)|
|Getting in amongst the snorkelling at Aperlae|
|Enki parked among the crowd at the western end of Kevkova|