The Long and Winding Road

Is a sense of direction a muscle that withers if not used frequently?  In our case, yes! After a cool breeze blew in a week ago, the temperatures have again soared and we've been a very inactive household for several days. Our pool pump broke down on the first day of the Bayram Holiday so we haven't even been able to swim. Yesterday we decided to drive to the coast to have a sunset walk in the slightly cooler evening temperatures. Kisebükü was the chosen destination. A pebble beach, easily accessed by sea but down some 30 minutes of winding forest roads from our house.  Hubby consulted Google maps and at 6:30 we set off.  After 30 minutes  and some heated passenger seat driving from me, we were in Mazı, which is way past the turning we wanted.  Some 15 minutes later we found the missed junction and headed off to Çocukmezarı, (which must be the worst village name in the world - Children's Graveyard, no wonder they've dispensed with a road sign!) and kept going and going and going; no sign of the sea and the road getting more and more pot-holed and crumbling. I  wanted to turn back but my other half is of the "I've started so I'll finish" school of driving so we carried on. Eventually we saw a moped and luckily my husband, unlike most of his gender, will ask directions.  The owner of the bike had an accent so local that he was almost incomprehensible to us but he managed to convey his cheerful incredulousness that we'd  driven so far away from Kisebükü.  We eventually emerged in Ciftlik from a road I've often wondered about, so at least the drive had answered one question.  We arrived home at 8:30pm without setting foot on a pebble.