Wednesday, 3 February 2016
I have mentioned before that I am drawn to newly dug holes. I think the friends who graduated about the same time as I did will agree that a BA in Ancient History and Archaeology will not make one's c.v. irresistible to employers, but it certainly triggers a life long inability to walk past a recent excavation. Bodrum is one of the best places to live for someone with this habit as almost every hole uncovers a little gem of historical interest. Most of the time I don't know what I am looking at but am just happy to see whatever it is is still there.
Behind the police station there is a building plot that has dug into a necropolis of Halicarnassus. When I walked past in the Spring the archaeologists working on the site were reluctant to allow observers too close, but now the excavation is finished, the sarcophagi and other graves are unprotected and easily viewable from the path and the sheeting that should be covering the mosaic has long ceased to serve that purpose.
A more recent "hole" has appeared on my daily dog walking route. An old house has been knocked down and before the foundations of the next can go up, the ground below has to be investigated.
I imagine the plot owner is cursing but these dressed stones look too substantial to have been cut in the past 1000 or so years and whatever is down the second ditch is worth covering up. Seeing all the new buildings around this site makes me wonder how much was bulldozed and quickly removed to make sure construction wasn't held up in the past and grateful that this is less likely to happen now.
Friday, 29 January 2016
I know very little about geology so welcome more educated comments on this subject, but want to draw your attention to the columns of basalt in the hills above Gümüşlük. I last visited some 30 or more years ago and had to follow a rough path which headed up from the village, in the general direction of the solitary windmill, and then veered right. I was accompanied by a client who had heard that the rocks signified the meeting point of ley lines and was keen to experience the spiritual vibes. This may explain why I didn't learn much about the geology of the area on this visit. On Wednesday, we were able to drive to within 50 meters of the rocks and were accompanied by geologist, Ursula, so this time I did learn how these photogenic volcanic rock formations emerged.
|The solitary windmill still stands and acts as a signpost to the basalt. Karakaya village in the background.|
Columns of basalt are formed when basaltic lava, which is hotter and moves faster than other kinds of molten rock, cools relatively rapidly, causing vertical cracks to form which result in the hexagonal shapes you see on the surface. The Giants' Causeway on the North East coast of Ireland is one of the best known examples of this phenomenon and our versions are tiny compared to these but worth a visit nevertheless; sooner rather than later as these rocks have already been cut through to provide an access road to a construction site.
Saturday, 23 January 2016
In my last post you could see this shoreline being pounded by waves and pelted by rain. Four days later, we are sitting enjoying a coffee in the sunshine. This is why I enjoying living in Bodrum. No matter how bad the forecast is, sunshine and blue sky will always make an appearance before the next bad weather belt moves in.
Thursday, 21 January 2016
My mother, Maggie, is staying with us this month and her friends in the UK keep asking her if she's enjoying the hot weather. These pictures will finish off that idea!
These photos were taken on Sunday from the shelter of Berk Balık restaurant.
January is a month of wild Lodos winds from the South that are warm but come with lashing rain and occasional hail, alternating with North winds that herald crisp mornings, bright blue skies but very low temperatures. This is our hibernation month where we disappear under duvets, electric blankets, triple socks and balaclavas - dreading the arrival of our electricity bills as any heat generated inside a modern Bodrum house goes straight through the walls. We don't feel too aggrieved, this time last month we were sitting at these tables enjoying the sunshine and we will probably be back again before long.
Monday, 18 January 2016
You already know what I think about about Bodrum. I thought I'd ask Jane why she travels up to Bodrum on a regular basis, given that her home town, Marmaris, is also a picturesque port and holiday resort on the Turkish Riviera.
Bodrum has always had a touch of the exotic about it for me; from the distinctive sugar-cube buildings and being home to one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World to the fact that in 1987 I used to travel from Marmaris for the delights of its Chinese Restaurant (still there on the seafront). On first going to the Halikarnas Disco I realised it was better than any club I'd ever been to in London and its location on the seashore was second to none.
Nowadays I make the journey by bus for the shopping ... and the cafe-life. Bodrum has several shopping centres with international brand names as well as a main high street lined with shops and the myriad streets around the castle that are home to many delectable independent stores. It was the opening of the tiny M&S just across the road from what was Karada Marina (now Bodrum Marina) that first got me hooked on the idea of specifically visiting Bodrum for shopping. I used to work in the branch of M&S in Oxford Street known as The Pantheon Store and I wondered at the difference between the stores, with the Bodrum one being in such a gorgeous location.
No shopping trip is complete without lunch somewhere special and there are many delightful places to choose from. One of my favourites is Gözen cafe right by the sea in Bar Street (it's mostly run by women and has a great range of imported beers including my favourite Guinness) and if my husband Recep accompanies me (he loves shopping even more than I do) then we stay at the charming Gözen Butik hotel next door (wonderfully managed by Ayşe Hanım); we've spent the last four Christmases doing exactly this.
I try to make the journey at least once a month; I don't care if I don't buy anything but I love to browse. The staff in M&S in Oasis Centre greet me like an old friend, in fact for a long time they thought I lived in Bodrum and went on holiday to Marmaris! And what's missing from Bodrum? Oh for a John Lewis ... that would be shopping perfection.
Saturday, 16 January 2016
In May last year, I wrote about Şenol Özbakan and his 6 golden retrievers. Şenol is still living in his minibus on the edge of the industrial estate but he now has access to electricity and has got his TV and cooking facilities set up and the dogs have their cushions on the pavement when it's dry. He seems very fit and healthy and in good spirits although saddened by his first dog dying of old age last summer. Another goldie from the street has taken Şesu's place so he still has six dogs and he's feeding another homeless dog who doesn't go on the walks but stays close to the minibus.
The dogs go for a long walk around Bodrum every day and swim if it's warm enough, which usually attracts a small crowd with iPhones at the ready.
Jake and I are met by the dogs every morning as we come back from our early walk and Jake is a bit intimidated by the golden crowd descending on him in full woof mode. Yesterday Şenol came to see what the noise was about and to show his canine followers that Jake was friend not foe, he got a big hug from the pack leader. Hopefully this initiation will make our morning walk a bit quieter.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
|Advert from 1982|
As I walked with Jake through the streets of Bodrum yesterday I heard David Bowie singing from many of the shops. A fitting tribute to a hero who provided the sound track to my teenage life and beyond. The opening bars of "Jean Genie" take me back to school and the wonderful feeling of first rebellion at listening to a strictly illegal radio on the edge of the hockey pitch. I wondered if any of those working in the shops had been born when Bowie walked the streets of Bodrum in the flesh. In 1981 and 82, Theseus of Attica, a beautiful old school Motor Yacht was based in Rhodes and thus frequently visited Bodrum. Oona Chaplin was a regular charterer, and we yachties often came across her caftan draped figure in the local bays. The crew of Theseus would tip us off when David Bowie was her guest and about to dock in Bodrum, so those in the know could sit in Raşit's Cafe and watch (at a respectful distance) their musical hero. Sounds like stalking I know but the strange thing now is that we never took even one photo. I've just googled David Bowie and Oona Chaplin and there seems doubt about the relationship between them but I well remember the crew of Theseus saying that they were having an affair and sharing a 91 feet of space, they would know. How different things would be today - we'd have been snapping photos left, right and centre on our phones and plastering them over the internet - But the crew would have signed water-tight confidentiality contracts so they wouldn't have been able to tip us off. I prefer the former.
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Last year I had the pleasure of meeting fellow blogger Özlem, her parents and her two children. We had bonded over the Internet on all matters culinary and it was great to find that we had lots in common when archaeology, classics and a dog were added to the mix. We were both pushed for time so we didn't get to chat for long but a wish for 2016 is a chance to meet up again to show her family some of the more obscure ancient sites around Bodrum and sit down over a plateful of meze.
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A plastic bag, camera and sun cream, there's a notebook in there too somewhere. My souvenir of a June day on a Greek beach - I say a day, but it was for just 4 hours that I took a break from my catering commitments and jumped on a day-boat and lazed on a beach. Hopefully 2016 will be a year of taking more breaks when working and seeing more of Greece.
And the BIG one. A terrace full of good friends, some of whom have been partying under these trees for 25 years. This Autumn photo records us all celebrating my daughter's engagement. Next October we'll be hiring tables, filling bags with petal confetti, donning glad rags and watching the young couple exchange vows. We aim to make it a party to remember.
Sunday, 3 January 2016
Thursday, 31 December 2015
A lot of my 2015 has been spent in airports so just to finish the year, I spent 7 hours of 31st December in an airport lounge and nearly 4 hours sitting in a plane on the apron as the snow collected around us.
It would be churlish to complain, after a year when families risk their lives to cross from Turkey to Europe and spend days in wet clothes waiting to be registered if they succeed, a few hours sitting in the warm, while others assess whether my travel can be safely attempted, is a luxury that I wish we could afford to all humanity, not just the chosen few.