Turkey – a travel journal – Day 6
We sail out of Antalya along the Cleopatra coast – her bath is there, a ruin that you can still see the footprint of under the water – where she bathed, dressed, made up her face – it is so hot, when we are far enough along, we drop anchor and all of us jump in the water that is so silky cool and wonderful. The cook makes us a Turkish breakfast. We eat and then back in the water to play. Then we sail again to another cove. We play in the water like kids. And then the cook makes us lunch of pan fried fish, salads, bread, fruit – all so lovely, we eat and then nap on the front as the captain sails along the coast. We stop near a rock island and the water here is deep deep blue but you can still see all the way to the bottom. An ice cream boat comes by and we buy pistachio ice cream and eat and then swim and swim. We play our Turkish CDs and dance Turkish along the deck. That night we return for a kebob dinner and shopping in the Kemer market. A man tells me that he has seen me in a dream. And then we dance some more. Always, the outdoor disco, the sitting couch with fruit and nuts and Vodka, the VIP treatment. I tell Fatma that she is Fatmalicious and that becomes her name for the rest of the trip.