the harbor at antalya in the mediterranean sea.
so i signed up for a 6-hour boat tour that departed at 10:30am. sweet. enough time to get settled into my room, sleep for a few, and get myself bikini ready for the day. a younger dude came to escort us to the harbor, us being terry, a man in his 50's from denver, colorado who kept bitching the whole trek down to the harbor about the tour he was on the day before, and myself, a chick in her 20's from the bay area, california who missed the water like no other because the rhine is kinda gross. we make it down to the boat and we're all loading on. terry says that he didn't want to stay in the sun but wanted me to sit with him because we were both americans. alright, whatever. i compromised. i really wanted to tan. anyhow, the dude turns from dork to 100% pervert when i take my dress off.
caves and waterfalls.
i mean, it was like instantaneous. "i'll give you 50 lira if you take your top off." -um, no. "you're really photogenic, you should become a model." -um, HELL NO and that line is super lame becauZse there's no validity to it. following me around while i'm sunbathing and taking pictures of me when i'm not looking is CREEPY!!
the ride was excellent with the exception of him. they stopped the yacht and we got to dive off and into the mediterranean sea smack-dab in the middle of it. it was beautiful. the water was soooooo blue!! ugh, amazing. it was salty as all hell too so we were all just kinda floating around. it was awesome. we made it to the second stop at rat island and was told that we could swim again. the tour guide dude kept taking my camera and wanted me to pose for him.
the glassy blue of the salty med.
it was pretty funny. ironically he was flirting with me too, but in a not-so-creepy way. i mean, at least the guy was funny, you know? later on he gave me his mobile number, house number in turkey and germany and his email address. ok. so after the dude's "photosession" that i was kinda resisting but going along with anyway because he was so adamant, he sat me down at a booth and served me my lunch. ugh, fresh fish, spaghetti and salad with a huge loaf of french bread...AND another beer. get out. so good. then terry found me and sat at my table. [BOOOOO!!!] luckilly these 2 guys that live in germany sat at the table next to us and we got to tlaking and having a fun conversation. talking about koln and san francisco and how it was funny that i went from the gay capital of america to the gay capital of germany.
it was an easy transition. then out of nowhere, not even pertaining to conversation terry blurts out, "you guys want to donate money into the 'take jacki's top off fund'? appearantly 50 lira isn't enough." --WTF?!?! we were all just like, dead stare 'oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-you-just-said-that'. so i said "not happening", took my beer, left the rest of my delicious lunch and walked up to the upper deck.
the 2 dudes came following me shortly after. "hey, what's his problem? is that your husband?" "HEEELL NO!!" "then why is he taking so many pictures of you? it's like, whenever you move he takes a picture of you." CREEPY!! then they offered their services and said that i could hang out with them. bastian and arjan. they both live in bamburg which is a little north of munich in bavaria.
i love when water foamies come out to play.
bastian was german, arjan was turkish. they were a lot more fun anyway. we had diving contests off the boat and had the swedish couple judging. then we decided to go swim to this island and go spellunking in the caves. i wanted to climb. they went into the caves and i was looking for a good place to start my route. i couldn't find a good spot to place my feet to start the route so i swam around the island and started my onsight. i climbed up these slick cracks, went thru a few caves, traversed the side of the rock and made it to the face to see the boat. when i came out bastian was on the rock next to the island. "jump!! they're waiting for us. they were looking for you!!" "oh shit. okay!!" so i looked down, not even knowing the depth of the water, just hoping that it was deep enough to prevent a concussion and dove off the rock.
right before we got to dive in.
luckilly it was and bastian and i swam back to the boat.
the tour guide met me in the water. "what you did was very bad. you are not supposed to do that. that is why i came into the water. to look for you!!" "oh, sorry!! i didn't know." -plus i didn't want to make it a long drawn-out conversation like, 'well, i rock climb and this is normal for me...blah blah...' when i got onto the yacht the tour guide and the captain were talking. arjan was hosing me off. i guess the captain asked the tour guide in turkish where i lived and he told him 'germany'. "DAS IST FORBOTTEN!!" he was literallly shouting in my face. --huh? then arjan told the guy that i was from america. "DAS IST FORBOTTEN!!" --this is for boating? huh? i was kinda sauced so i didn't get it.
WOOPS. needless to say the three of us misfits were the black sheep of the boat. but we were the ones having the most fun. also, i think we were the only ones drinking all the beer. BUAHAHAHAAA!! we were dancing and laughing and drinking ice cold efes on the way back to the harbor. it was awesome.
so bastian, arjan and i made plans to meet up later that evening to party it up in turkey. we left and went our separate ways.
guess who got lost on the way back. yup, THIS GUY. there i was, somewhere in the old part of antalya, wandering around cobblestone streets being heckled by mediterranean men with their "kiss kiss konichiwas" and what have you, lost out of my mind and pretty faded in a foreign country with no knowledge of the language.
all bad. i found 2 police officers and asked them "sabah pansiyon?" --at least that's safer than asking a random cat-calling local that'd probably end up leading me down some alley to get raped, ya kno? unfortunately they didn't speak any english and had no knowledge of where my hostel was, but they asked other locals and kindly escorted me to where i needed to be. when we got there i was digging in my purse to get my wallet to give them a tip. they waved 'no' with their hands and motioned for kisses, like to blow them a kiss. strange. so i did. i got out pretty cheap!!
later that evening i met up with bastian and arjan and arjan's sister at the harbor. we sat and drank turkish absinthe and slammed beers. it was nice. drinking "lion's milk" and pounding beers to test our beer drinking capabilities.
lounging again on the mast of the yacht.
they wanted to know if i could handle being in bavaria for oktoberfest. they were quite impressed. ^_^
we somehow managed to find the ramadan festival that was going on further down the coastline. i think because arjan's sister lived in antalya and she was sober. we ate turkish food, did some turkish dancing, had turkish hooka and drank more absinth. somehow all the inhalation of the hooka tobacco and the absinth, of course, made us feel like we were giants. the trees were really small, the chairs and tables at the hooka lounge area were like, for kids, even the dogs were small. it was such a trip.
they closed the ramadan fest at 12 and we left at 1 for a bar. we couldn't find any so we tried to get beers at my hostel but they stopped serving because it was too late. we were meeting up the next night anyway so we figured we'd just pick up where we left off.
what a great day spent in turkey. tomorrow morning, getting up at 7, after all that absinth and beer, is gonna be rough.