Just like in Istanbul hawkers stand out the front of every store doing whatever they can to hook you in; “do you want a blow job?” shocked Treeny replied “what?”, “your hair is wet, I dry for you. Blow job, yes”? At least this guy was trying to be funny, clicking and clapping your hands at us is not going to do anything but irritate us, so stop it! We had a terrible incident at a Pizza restaurant that served us the wrong Pizza and had mould forming on the crust. Not bothered whether or not their customers were happy they offered us a measly £1 discount and tried to shoo us off. Not ones to make a scene we left them with our discontent thoughts and went off in a huff screaming “get me the hell outta here; take me back to the wilderness”!
Kaputaş is really a devil in disguise. Underneath its pretty façade it is very dangerous, preying on unwitting sun seekers. If it is not the fierce pounding waves throwing men against the rough pebbles, warranting a call from the ambulance, it’s a rogue umbrella lifting from its socket in the ferocious winds smacking unsuspecting girls in the nose, or a strong unrelenting rip pulling a child astray from his mothers unwatchful eye causing the whole family of cousins, uncles, husbands and children to run screaming for his life. The police even made an appearance, after the ambulance, shouting incoherently in Turkish what we understood as a warning “this beach is dangerous, be here at your own peril”. The sand wasn’t safe, with the wind smashing it against us in gusts of pin pricking pain, and the water wasn’t safe as it ripped and pulled you around like you were in a washing machine. Our relaxing day didn’t turn out to be so relaxing after all, and we quickly retreated back to the shelter of our hotel pool…the spoilt life!
Next stop we take you too two of Turkey’s biggest attractions, Pamukkale and the ancient city of Ephesus…
Click here to see our photo gallery of the brilliant blue waters of Ölüdeniz and Kalkan.