Ok - so before we start today, let's clear up this planking thing that a few lovely commentators asked from us. We're well aware that this fad is long dead - but the request was made and we just can't turn it down. Of course, we do it our way...
Planking, old man style.
Since the ferry leaves at 9:30am and we had to be there well before hand including finding the port in Marmaris we had to get up a 6am. This is us packing the bikes at 6:45am to make the run from Datca to Marmaris. Another couple staying at the same hotel left 15 minutes before sharing that they had tried to do this yesterday and the ferry had sold out - and warned to get there early. The ride was beautiful... cool air, twisty mountain roads overlooking the sea, and we passed only three cars in the first 30 minutes. One of them was probably the other couple.......
The ticket and passport control line was SOOO long, but here we are on our way. Note the bikes didn't come with us on this day-trip. Not allowed.
Rhodes old town is a walled medieval city and is where they keep all of the tourists captive for the vendors to feed upon.
No breakfast makes for hungry men - so we stopped and had lasagna and moussaka. They both looked exactly the same so a single picture will suffice. :-)
Jon is such a shopper. He bought five silk locally made ties for $25 total. Alex was impressed. Jon will look snazzy Monday morning. We both avoided the snow globe shops which was difficult because that made up most of them and the vendors are extremely aggressive (but respectful).
Alex owned no sunglasses - now he owns two pairs for $5 each. Authentic fake brands! Going east or west at sunup and sundown has been painful without them. After this very bright and beautiful morning they were a must have.
Pictures of us in the old town.
Must get out of this town. Note the boiling hot oil hole just above Alex's head. The city had some nice defenses but couldn't keep us in.
Hum... what size?
Bye-bye Rhodes. Actually, Rhodes was fine - but it was our least favorite place we visited. It was very touristy and isn't anything like Mykonos or Santorini.
After the return ferry we drove the bikes back into town and searched for a hotel for the night. It's a Friday night, the town was packed, and the first nice place we stopped said they had no vacancies. So we drove over to the main beach road and tried another. They had rooms at 50TL = $25 apiece. We splurged and took two. The above is what you get for $25. Not great, but has hot water, internet, and is on the main beach road.
Dinner. "O'Yes" Harry met Sally anyone?
The town was hopping and thousands of people were walking the main beach promenade. Some were dressed to the nines but also entire families were out. There is something amazing about these beach towns. We agreed that the atmosphere is amazing - no police presence but entirely safe and orderly. Everyone seems to be having fun.
Including Jon. We stopped at a pretty amazing Turkish version of Starbucks but with much better food.
We're sitting here writing this blog in front of the hotel. Lots of good people watching. Tomorrow is our last day :-( but we plan to do some good riding and then return the bikes before 6pm.
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