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Turkish Jeep safari – Fethiye to Patara and back again
By Genevieve Richards
The
Mediterranean region of Turkey is a true eye opener – gorgeous scenery,
interesting natural attractions and friendly locals….and the best way to see
all this region has to offer is by joining a jeep safari.
Turkey is a bit of a conundrum, really - it has been
called the gateway to Asia, is sometimes classed as being in the Middle
East, and, at other times, lumped in along with the rest of Europe. This
confusion is somewhat understandable when you consider that Turkey shares
its borders with no less than eight other countries, namely: Greece and
Bulgaria to the west, Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, and Iran to the east,
and Syria and Iraq to the south.
The
Mediterranean coast has a typical Mediterranean climate with hot summers,
and mild winters and when I visited in August temperatures were in the
region of 40° Celsius each day – for the first time in my life I wore factor
30 sun-block, and still got a terrific tan!
The jeep safari is a well-known attraction in Turkey
and on any given day there can be between one and twenty jeeps per jeep
safari company, of which there are 5 operating in the area, I believe. The
jeep safari company collected us (myself and my three friends) from our
hotel and took us to a central meeting point where all the guests for the
day were allocated space in specific jeeps; this allocation depended on
whether a guest was going as a driver or non-driver (some guests wish to
drive themselves and their families, while others are more than happy to sit
back and enjoy the ride, with someone else driving….I am one of the
latter!).
And
then, in convoy (and with all hands on horns, it was truly deafening but
quite exhilarating too) the jeep safari got underway. After about 20
minutes drive up into the “mountains” we had a briefing session by our guide
Semih (pronounced Sammy) overlooking some spectacular rock tombs in the
ancient city of Tlos. We did not visit this example of an ancient settlement
– we were told we would be visiting another ancient city later on the tour -
but headed straight on to first stop: The Yakapark Trout Farm, or Bolok
farm. Bolok is the Turkish name for fish and as you can imagine everyone
found it very amusing when we were told that we would see “big boloks, small
boloks, and the David Beckham golden boloks.”
This was where we had our first breakfast of
traditional Turkish pancakes (Gozleme) before jumping back into the jeeps
and heading off to the Saklikent Gorge.
Saklikent
means “hidden valley” in Turkish and this gorge is the third longest gorge
in Europe at 18 km long. It was formed after an earthquake and is so steep
and narrow in some places that the sun does not penetrate the water, which
is absolutely freezing as a result, even in these high temperatures. There
are several restaurant areas suspended above the water (river) and the whole
area, although somewhat commercialized, still remains quaint and pretty – I
loved it there.
We
were able to walk into the gorge along the 150 meters of wooden walkway and
even further, if we wished, into the actual gorge. This was very tricky as
access is gained through icy cold, very fast flowing water. At least the
water was quite shallow in places and there is a safety rope to hold onto
while crossing.
We also had our lunch at one of the restaurants – a
choice of meatballs, trout fish, pancakes or chicken kebab, all offered with
salad from the self-service salad bar and included in the original price for
the jeep safari, which as far as I can remember was around £25 or $44.
After
Saklikent we drove down to the mudflats for the eagerly-awaited mud bath.
As our guide told us, it would take ten years off our age – an idea that was
met with much appreciation by the women in the group! The men, however, only
really perked up a little when they were told its amazing healing properties
also helped with baldness!
Needless to say, these were little “white lies” but it
was such fun I don’t think anyone minded very much…
After washing off in the freezing river (it runs down
from the gorge!) we piled back into the jeeps and headed off to the ancient
Lycian city of Xanthos (pronounced Santos). This was once the site of the
capital city of Lycia and dates back to at least the 8th Century BC. It was
amazing to see the amphitheater, pillar tombs and even the mosaics left from
the Byzantine period. Xanthos was made famous to the Western world in the
19th century by its British discoverer Charles Fellows, and some parts of
the tombs have been removed to the British Museum in London, a fact which I
actually found quite sad. The city stands atop an elevated area of the
Xanthos valley where the Esen (pronounced Eshen) river flows below. The
surrounding area is simply spectacular and I almost felt like it wasn’t
real, like it was just a mirage.
After
Xanthos we were off to Patara beach, also known as Turtle Beach. Apparently
the turtles come out at night and lay their eggs in the sand so in order to
preserve these eggs we left the jeeps at the entrance to the beach and
walked onto the sand. Patara is the longest beach on Turkey’s coast, around
20 km, and there is not a single building on the entire stretch of beach.
This beach is good for swimming and even those who were not confident in the
water were able to paddle as there is a huge sand shelf under the water, and
I was told it extends to some 70 meters.
After
an hour on the beach we packed up and headed off for the last stop of the
day. This stop was basically a rest stop before the long drive back to
Fethiye, and then on to our hotels. It was also the place where the jeeps
were washed after a day in the dust and open air. We were also able to swim
at this stop, as it was a gas station with enormous swimming pool and
restaurant area. Quite a unique, if not necessary, concept, I have to say.
The
drive back to Fethiye was not nearly as inspiring as the drive to the
various stops as we drove back along the tarred motorway. I had grown used
to driving through the beautiful Turkish countryside, waving at all the
local children who rushed out to wave at us and shout “hello”, some of them
barely old enough to walk. They were gorgeous and I wanted to take many of
them home with me, so adorable were they.
After
roughly 8 hours in an open jeep we were all rather wind-blown but were all
exhilarated at our day’s adventure. We had covered roughly 188 km during the
day although that sounds a lot of mileage the day flew by and I was very
sorry when it ended….so sorry, in fact, that I rebooked and did it all again
the next day!
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