Most of today was spent on a boat on the Mediterranean. Not a bad way to kill an afternoon. Our group had a private boat, a captain (at least, he wore a casual uniform), and a crew of three.
Love the Buddha. Serenity while sailing.
We had to walk the plank to board.
Glenda and Ann Marie scope out locations for relaxation. Those orange things are pads, like mattresses. Hoist your bum up there and nap or read or just watch the world go by.
Lifestyles of the rich and unknown docked in this marina.
A great place to just sprawl out.
A peak inside the galley.
A peek out of the window in the head (bathroom).
Approaching the first quiet cove. We stopped here so folks could swim.
Walt and Stephanie. Someone loose a contact lens?
Mine figures we couldn't get into too much trouble so she took a much-needed nap.
First swim stop. Neither of us swam. Sally was nursing her wrist and I didn't want to be salty and sticky.
Today is brought to you by the letter T - and Karen. (Sesame Street reference for those who grew up during its heyday.)
Smiley para-sailing guy.
A ruined wall from Ancient Phaselis. Phaselis was a Roman port town built on three small bays. We stopped in two of these bays for swimming. The ruins are now contained within Olympos National Park.
The boat crew put on quite the spread. Fried fish, various salads and vegetables
More ruins.
It was hot this day. And humid too. There were a couple of periods with no breeze, like in shipwreck movies in which the crew is languishing on deck, praying for wind. Ok, perhaps not that dramatic. But when it's hot and humid and you're on a boat, there are few places to go to escape.
Glimpses of resort towns along the coast. In the distance, the Bey Mountains, part of the western branch of the Taurus Mountains.
Yikes, that was a quick almost 5 hours. Is it over already? Back in the marina.
Later that evening, Sally and I walked around town in order to work up an appetite for dinner. We pass under Hadrian's Gate to get to the main drag, Atatürk Caddesi. At one time, Antalya (Attaleia, back in the day) was surrounded by massive, thick walls. Every so often, the walls were punctuated with a gate. The sole remaining gate, and some of the wall, is Hadrian's Gate, named for, you guessed it, Hadrian. The gate dates from 130 A.D. We passed through this gate several times to get in and out of Old Antalya where Pension Ninova is located. Here is the spice stand which served as a landmark for finding our pension.
The busy street life of Old Antalya.
Back at Pension Ninova we took time to collect ourselves and take a rest from all that resting we did on the boat. The garden was always full of these kitties. Clearly, all feline rivalries are checked at the door when it's nap time .
Dinner was at The Patio. It was really delicious. Of all things, we had Neopolitan style pizza. Hey, why not?
Back through the gate on our way home. Like in Ostia Antica, centuries of wagon and chariot wheels have worn deep groves into the road under the gate. So deep, that there is now a bridge over the ruts so folks don't twist ankles or take nasty spills. Lights illuminate the road so you can see the ancient details. Sally walks over 2,000 years of wear and tear.
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