Lycian Way - a trekking of contrasts

the Response about a trekking across Turkey on May, 10-20th, 2011 

 «Lycian Way» was my dream since the moment as I have seen this route on site OutdoorUkraine.com. But at that point in time holiday has been already settled, and there is time for everything. And here last day winters I took and have taken the first step to dream - have made an application on a route, and next day and tickets have been aboard the plane already bought … And the long period of expectation-preparation-realisation of necessary purchases … has begun  

 And day "X" has come. To tell that I like to fly, it to tell nothing. It also was one of factors thanks to which I have decided to subdue mountains of the Tauri. Therefore the beginning has pleased me - easy launch and soft landing, a circle over Mediterranean sea, and we already in Antalia … Slightly chaotic movements from one "cash desk" where sell visas, to another where the turn is less, doubts where at first to run - a money to exchange or on the needs … Well and here - group in gathering. All look narrowly, look round, solve where to go-go: to hothouses, to Cappadocia, dead cargo at the sea to lie … And the choice is made - we go to look at cave cities. Already some time ago I have stopped to be surprised to coincidence which are presented to us by life, knowing that coincidence taki does not exist. And so, wonderful article with photographic materials with Weburbanist’a about small houses-hotels in caves-stones where as all have already guessed, the story Cappadocia - avaricious, in all honesty, in two-three words, but photos have subdued me lies at me in archive. And to appear there I did not dream at all! As well as many my companions, probably, too. But to Cappadocia still it was necessary to live … The first day - the most difficult day. Night practically without a dream, both flight, and climate change, and as our instructor Sasha spoke, a route of the first days the most difficult affects also. But we as though, by inertia but also because unknown us attracts and does not frighten, moved feet, admiring beauty around, and in the summer which in the homeland then yet has not begun … As well as all compatriots, Turkish roads, light to a tunnel (have surprised me not in the end!!!), wonderful landscapes from a window minibusa which brought up us to start. Well also that ulybnulo - inscriptions in Russian «the Tasty shish kebab to the right», in general, we vasi were already everywhere, not only in oll-inkljuzivah. But, thank God, their quantity was minimum that me has pleased somehow especially. To be heated on chaise lounges everyone will venture, and here to go tracks where many any beings unfamiliar to us, will dare not everyone. And comprehension «I is a hero» heats soul in an especial way. And then we have started to lose our "Lycian Way heroes". At first Andrey has descended from a route because of illness - and it became unpleasant. Olja has remembered 10 Black children. And when on Tahtaly we have left also Vadim, was already somehow not on myself, was thought that followed is more careful with words … Though when chvjakalo in krossovkah and unless only ears were not in a dirt, all it accompanied by an awful cold and cough, the positive spirit and has rescued us. Because it seemed that is warm not to wait any more. Especially, when Sasha assured us that rains here do not happen almost that that in 20 minutes and their trace catches a cold, and we have got the raincoats for the second or third day the future was drawn vague … Now all is remembered it - and it becomes ridiculous and doubtful, I would dare to pass all this way anew. Was ridiculous to pass day in the rain, on a bog, and then to be washed and otstiryvatsja in ice cold water, and less cold night … Though was coming yet, I will open a secret, to connect two sleeping bags in one very wise person has thought up! Even at +4 in not-winter sleeping bags it is possible to sleep and even it is necessary! Yes how much such memoirs - ridiculous, as with a goose, and not so - with a scorpion; one "Alenka" on desjateryh, 10 spoons in one bucket of yoghurt, acrobatic tricks on a bough and on sand; indescribably picturesque bays (I also did not know that in the nature there are such paints!), bathing in cold mountain streams to which it is necessary to go vbrod, going on a suspicious bottom, near to suspicious tvarjami; and mushmula from trees, fares the fifth point on slopes of Tahtaly, the strange Turks accepting us for rich persons (completely in грязиJ) and flatterers (duly trading business) when, successfully having said «merhaba», it is possible to hear oranges, grapefruits “I’ve thought you spoke Turkish” - balm on soul of the polyglot-fan. And Antalia … Such different - European in comparison with Kiev and orientally not clear (well as it is possible to understand when in hotel absolutely different in comfort and number repair surrender at one price?!?), with its cattle, obpisyvajushchimi packages of the peace Ukrainian tourists chewing modest kebap and refusing to share with street favourites mjastsom … So it is a lot of impressions of Lycian Way trekking , and so it is not enough words … That I have taken out the most valuable from this adventure for myself is that I know, how it is necessary to spend holiday and even to have a rest! Yes-yes! It is rest which inspires and gives a charge for long time … to a following campaign. Darya Murmuenko, Kiev