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Day 15 – Boat, a kingdom for a boat!

Given that Number 3 has been on our case about riding a boat for most of the trip, and our spectacular fail in Malmö, there was no more delaying it. The option of boat rentals was one of the reasons we came here in the first place after all. A boat we had to rent. What kind we would leave open to some consultation with the campground owner, but it would likely come down between canoe or row boat. Kayaks (which we would have preferred) were out due to the lack of AoE restraint options and out boarder seemed to be a bit against the spirit of it.

ready to head off

So we had a long, leisurely breakfast and enjoyed the comforting knowledge that there would be no packing today. Jan, the owner, is an extremely kind and laid-back kind of guy, so Number 3 almost burst from excitement when the reception was finally opened at 9am. In the end, he advised for the canoe as the nicer way to get around and we agreed, even though I was a bit apprehensive about the twisty kind of paddling. After all, my diagnosis of a broken rib was less than 5 weeks ago, and I can still feel it and not lay down on that side.

Everyone got kitted out with life vests, we packed some snacks and water and off we went. Nina had only kayak experience so far, so we quickly decided that maybe me in the back would have been the smarter move all along and swapped places. A lifetime ago, I did a two week-long trip down a local river in a canoe and to my surprise, the right motions were still there. That also meant that I, blessed with dad reflexes, could have an eye out for the Agent of Entropy. She insisted quite from the get go that the only way to enjoy the trip was to tippy toe over one side with one hand in the water.

can I get off now?

We did a decent loop – maybe a bit too ambitions for the amount of food we took, as lunchtime sort of crept up on us. The Agent at some point refused to go on any further without the loudest of protestations. So Nina and I gave it one last big push and moored at a fallen log to give her at least a feed. Meanwhile, Number 3 and I went mushroom hunting again but got ourselves almost knocked out cold when I tried to use a decent sized (but rotten) tree as a handhold climbing the bank. It fell with a decent thud, luckily in the right direction for us. Oops …

Even with a feed, the Agent would refuse to part with mama for the rest of the way home, and so I did the last third of the way paddling alone from the back. Not ideal, but to my relieved surprise it went pain free. And so we arrived back for a late lunch, with big smiles all around (after the food, for the most part).

We really got a perfect spot this time

The afternoon flew by, with some exploration, cooking and Number 3 making friends with the 2 ½ year old neighbor. I really enjoyed seeing him as the tutor for once. The two of them played for almost an hour. His parents were really relaxed about it, enjoying the freedom that comes with those team ups (more on them tomorrow).

After all of that, bed time went pretty well and Nina and I had a good evening just for us, blogging, planning and talking in these beautiful surroundings we found ourselves in.

Day 29 – last reserve

I don’t even … I mean … soooo tired! Or better just drained. Normally, we would take it slow, but we had decided already to go to another of the lovely rustic campgrounds near Tomar. So this is a travel day. We decided super last minute what we would do and got going later than expected.

By the time we reached Peniche, it was already pretty warm. And reasonably late. Well, at least late enough that we could go for the earliest possible lunch. Once again, we sat down as the first patrons at the Restaurante a Sardinha. An old fishermen’s tavern turned restaurant still known for good grilled seafood. But since it has gone through a good bit of touristification, it also catered a vegetarian dish for Nina. This lunch was a bit of a consolation prise for the reportedly excellent seafood we missed at Ericeira last night. It was good and the rugged old waiter (who looked like he would have never dreamed of catering well off tourists in this place) melting to Number 3’s charms was a sight to behold.

And a good view on Berenga island

I strong armed exhausted Nina into a bit of a detour around the peninsular. The jagged limestone cliffs and views out to the islands off to the west were worth it. Even so, still a little more fuel out of the tank.

The town is primarily known for its surfer beaches. We decided to give Number 3 one more round in the sand before heading inland for a good while. It was nice but brutal out in the midday sun. Next time, we will have to see to get some kind of shelter packed so that the little one can enjoy the sand for a little while longer.

Knackered we gave it a final push for the day and strolled a bit through the inland town of Óbidos. We managed to sneak in to the medieval old town just before the biggest wave of tourists arrived. That made our little stroll a lot more bearable. Well, actually, we did kind of like it. It was definitively touristy, very much like Carcassonne. The three same things in all shops: Booze (the local version of Ginjiha made from sour cherries), books and chocolate. That’s the things mentioned in the guidebook, that is what you get 😉

In the end, we chose a camp close to the sea – we thought we might get one more shot at this west coast sunset. Turned out it was not close enough, but we were glad nonetheless. Warm showers, cheap and a shady spot for us. Time to rest once more.

Day 4 – Not quite in season

We woke up to sunshine on our still lovely, municipal camp ground. It was even warm enough to go for muesli rather than the warm porridge this morning. All in all, it was just a great start.

Our typical morning stop at a bakery yielded apricot croissants this time as well as the usual baguette for lunch. Number 3, who has adjusted to sleeping in a tent now (so much so that mornings start earlier again), was a good sport and fell asleep for about an hour so we could make some distance.

We still didn’t have a grand plan but at least we had a short term one: To make it to Carcassonne on Friday to actually spend some time there and explore the city. Thus, today’s goal was to get a little over halfway there and camp somewhere nice and quiet. Flo and I decided against the Rhone valley as we both had been there in previous holidays, and opted for the hillier and less touristy road towards Carcassonne. Flo’s search on ioverlander showed a lake with a couple of camp grounds which would be lovely for today. However, they were some distance away and it would be a stretch to get there. With Baby sleeping so nicely already, we decided to see how far we would get.

Number 3 woke up shortly before lunch which we used to stretch our legs as well as have food. Surprisingly though, number 3 fell asleep again at about 2pm so it looked like we could make it. We decided to try. As these thinghs tend to do, it didn’t quite work out. After waking up, Number 3 was displeased of still being trapped in a car. In a combined effort with snacks and a book we managed to shush baby for the last bit. The last 10km were pretty bad though.

Happy to finally be at our end destination, we hopped out and….had to hop in again. This camp ground looked abandoned and wasn’t opened for the season. There was no way to get baby back into the car that didn’t involve a lot of screaming and tears.

The next camp ground was just 10min further down the road, we had almost made it! Even though we could park on one of the camping spots,no owner was around and, more importantly, the sanitary facilities were locked. Also closed? Oh man! There were another two camp grounds a bit further and Flo was intended to keep going until we find an open one. I myself, not to speak of Number 3, had had enough though: I actually called the tourism office of the region and tried my horribly rusty French on them to find out which bloody place was open. It turns out that none of the camp grounds were open yet.

The helpful lady directed us towards two different camp grounds on a different lake though so we could see the silver line on the horizon. Another 15 min in the car though. The situation with Number 3 became nightmarish. We stopped one more time on our way there to buy dinner and then arrived. All was well now! Sigh of relief! Wait, why is the barrier down? Wait, what?

This camp ground was also closed and I was close to a screaming fit. One more f***ing try!

Luckily, the final one was literally three minutes down the road and ACTUALLY BLOODY OPEN! And on the lake side. We were still the only guests staying there. While finding a good spot to camp, we realized just how windy it was. Quite windy. With the rooftent, it would be shaky and loud in such a wind.

In the end, we tugged behind one of the cabins for rent (all of them were empty), popped up the tent, had a quick dinner and all went to bed. This day had been long enough and now it also started to get really cold. Number 3 had difficulties falling asleep and was only satisfied when mama AND papa were in the tent and all flaps were shut. I opted for sleep as well while Flo listened to the live stream of his local football team winning to go on to the next round of the europe cup.

Day 314 – Pergamon, for real

Ruins of the big Egyptian temple

Ruins of the big Egyptian temple

This morning, we were ready for another ancient site. Leaving the tent up for now, we started early and rode to the Red Hall in town. These are the remains of a giant temple to the Egyptian gods Serapis and Isis. It is so big, in fact, that it hasn’t been converted into church, instead a church was built inside the temple.

When we arrived, after a pleasant ride through a picturesque village, no one else was around. Approaching, the big scaffold around many of the walls were visible. Another site being renovated at the moment. Good for it, bad for us. Since it also costs an entrance fee, we took a look from the outside and left again for the acropolis.

There is a cable car going up to the acropolis, although it didn’t seem to run this morning. All the cabin were hanging motionless on the cables. So we rode Rocinante up the steep street to the entrance. Again, except for the staff of a café, a souvenir shop and the ticket booth, no one was around. By now it was 9am and the site was definitely open. Flo decided on an audio guide this time and didn’t regret it: Different information than on the signs and all in British English.

Nice look-out point

Nice look-out point

We followed the audio tour for the most part. Starting with a walk past the remains of palaces with a great view of the valley below, we came to the barracks and the arsenal. Here, the remains of an aqueduct could be seen in the valley. It is very impressive; they used pressure to get the water from the mountains up into the hill of the acropolis. Around the bend of the hill, we came past the library which is just a faint outline of the foundation now to the Temple of Trajan.

The biggest reassembled part of the temple

The biggest reassembled part of the temple

The Temple of Trajan is partly reassembled. The work had been done by Germans and there is a lot of documentation around about how they worked, how the deduced what it must have looked like and how they secured the site in case of another earthquake. It is art historian porn, really. Luckily, Flo was also interested in it. Two things made the re-imagining difficult: First, Byzantines had used and repaired the site, using marble pieces randomly in brick walls and second, locals burnt marble pieces lying around to get chalk. That seems unimaginable now but, I guess, marble ruins were useless at that time.

Found built into a Byzantine wall

Found built into a Byzantine wall

We spent quite some time here, reading and looking at things. When we moved on, the path leads you down below the platform with the temple on it and you realize for the first time that the area you’ve been standing on is actually artificial. There are vaulted tunnels underneath trying to extend a level area out from the hill slope. Here, all of the metal links have been taken out of the walls… another case of ‘this is more useful than an old wall’. You can’t enter the vaulted section but a row of arch leads you along them.

The next highlight is the Hellenistic theatre carved into the hill side. It is incredibly steep but must have been awe-inspiring at any performance. The Temple of Dionysus is off to one side but we didn’t feel like going down all those steps in the sun just to have to climb them back up again.

The theater with the Temple of Dionysus at the bottom

The theater with the Temple of Dionysus at the bottom

The Altar of Zeus is not a lot more than rubble with trees on it as most of it is in Berlin now. The Ottomans made very generous deals with the German archaeologists, allowing them to take it to Germany.

At 11am, we were ruin-ed out. It was also time to call my mum so we hurried back to the camp ground. Flo prepared lunch while I called and afterwards, we packed up. Our next destination was Troy. Very tired again, we weren’t sure if we would make it today. Once on the road though, we pushed through.

The camp ground was about 700 meters from the archaeological site which would give us an early start tomorrow. For today, we showered, made dinner and wound down before cheering for the German football team. The game ended at midnight and we dropped into be like dead.

Day 313 – Le tired

impressive flag collections these nice Aussies had there

impressive flag collections these nice Aussies had there

We had long days lately with half a day of riding and then visiting sites afterwards. Today was planned as exactly such a day: Ride to Pergamon, visit the ruins, camp. The plan, as always, is only correct until it has the first encounter with reality. We slept in a little as both of us are really tired. Flo was out and about last evening and I read until he was back… rather late for our terms. After breakfast, we started packing up. When I came back from brushing my teeth, Flo was talking to our neighbours in the big yellow truck.

Cheryl and Guy turned out to be lovely people. We kept them from cycling to the ruins of Ephesus for a while but it was great to talk to overlanders again. One of the cute and curious things we have in common is that our vehicles are yellow… and rather big for their types. Thus, bumblebee is a logical thing to call such a vehicle. 🙂

it is huge!

it is huge!

Starting after 11am, we made it to Izmir just in time for lunch. From riding through parts of it, Izmir might be a city for us. There are cafés and eateries at every corner and it has a relaxed vibe. Kumpir, baked potatoes stuffed with fillings, were recommended by the Lonely Planet. Ordering one of them for each of us, we faced the challenge of finishing the huge portions. We would have loved to explore Izmir further, but running out of money and of time, now is not the time for it. Might be a good city to visit for a short holiday in the future.

From here, we reached Pergamon in one go. The camp ground looked amazing: Grassy area with trees for shade, a pavilion, power plugs all around and a pool. Again, however, we were the only ones staying here. So we put up our tent in the most awesome place, next to the pavilion which we claimed. This would be the time to get ready for visiting ruins. We just couldn’t. Maybe the camp ground was too awesome or we are just too tired… we decided to have the afternoon off and visit the ruins tomorrow.

It felt like a short holiday from traveling. Sitting in the shade, watching some football, having ice cream. I had a nap during the second half, Flo had a nap right after the game. The rest of the day went by with me blogging and then great dinner with fresh bread and mezze. Tomorrow, Pergamon, I promise.

Day 311 – Pamukkale

On the last stretch of coastal road

On the last stretch of coastal road

Breakfast right at the ocean was still nice even after having had it three times in a row. Pamukkale was the destination for today; it is one of the top experiences in Turkey according to the Lonely Planet. It wouldn’t be a long day on the bike as it is only 200km away from Kaş. So we packed up and left. Flo grumbled about the “service” of the camp ground which meant we couldn’t take the bike to the tent. Instead, all our stuff was transported on a tiny pick-up to the bike…and then we had to strap everything to the bike for the next 15 minutes, in the sun.

Beautiful but rather chilly place

Beautiful but rather chilly place

We followed the Mediterranean Sea for another 100km before turning inwards to get to Pamukkale. As soon as we started to go up into the mountains, it got much cooler again. Flo actually started to feel cold with the compañeros letting the wind through. For lunch, we decided on a picnic once more and all we needed was some bread which was easily found. Then, we turned off the road at a promising looking dirt track, went up a hill and had a great spot with a view. Because of the wind, we both felt like having a nice cup of tea. A bit of organizing later, the cooker was out of the pannier and we got to have a great break.

About an hour later, we were in Denizli, the big town before Pamukkale. The couple from twentyonesteps.net had recommended a camp ground so we knew where we were going. Buying groceries for dinner was all that was left to do. I slightly overdid it when I went into a bakery for bread and left a while later again with baklava and bread. Well, at some point we will not get baklava anymore and that time is approaching fast.

A geese pond in front of Pamukkale

A geese pond in front of Pamukkale

The camp ground was nothing special except that you are right at the terraces of the Pamukkale sight. So even from our tent, we could look onto the white mass on the hillside. However, both of us were so tired that we needed two hours just for relaxing before we thought about anything else again. Starting, we first went to the Nature Park below the hillside. It looked like the entrance might be in there and you got to play around a bit. Looked like fun and it was. 🙂

Entering the real site, we nearly turned around. 35 lira per person is the most we have paid for an “attraction” in Turkey. Flo decided that we’d still do it and I am glad that we did but it hurt our budget. Also, all the tickets had been adorned with “35 lira” stickers and when you looked underneath it said “25”. *hmpf*

More still to go

More still to go

Pamukkale. From a distance, it just looks like a blindingly white hill. The path and the people on it are visible but the beauty lies in the details. The whole hill has or has had water flowing down over it, depositing calcite on every surface. The so-called terrace walk lets you walk up. As soon as you hit the calcite, you have to go barefoot as shoes would destroy the intricate patterns that the flowing water has carved into the surfaces. Some water is still flowing down the hillside and additional pools have been created so getting wet feet is expected. And much fun. I really enjoyed the look and feel of the calcite. Where it is in standing water, it is slippery and soft. With just a little stream of water flowing over it, it is rock solid. Flo claimed that we will have baby-soft feet once we’re back down.

Ancient theater of Hierapolis

Ancient theater of Hierapolis

On top of the hill are the ruins of Hierapolis. We tried to see some of them but first, the museum had an extra entry fee of 5 lira per person and second, the ancient pools had an entry fee of 32 lira per person. Annoyed about not being properly informed at the gates on the base of the hill, we skipped all of it and made our way back down again over the terraces. Still great fun…even the second time around. 🙂 Back on the camp ground, the usual evening routine set in and we were both incredibly tired from a long day.

Day 244 – Oh gosh, it’s early…

First day of school. Well, not for us but, in solidarity, we got up at 6.15am as well to have breakfast together at 6.45am. So far so good. After a week here, this felt really early. And I was still soooooo tired.

View from the breakfast table

View from the breakfast table

So after Michael and Lina left, we exceeded in chilling. It contained napping for most of the morning, having a lazy lunch with Michael’s home-made hummus (delicious!) and then starting to look at the Lonely Planet recommendations online to get a feel for a possible route through Oman. But yeah, all in all, we didn’t do much.

When Lina and Michael appeared again around 5.40pm, they were incrediby tired, had things to do and tests to mark so we only enjoyed the Indian take-away food before everyone headed off to their laptops/kindle and did their own thing for a bit.