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On the 8th April 2017 I got up early, and by that I mean really early. I had to be on a bus at 7am to meet the girls to start our second journey along another section of the Lycian Way. You may not think that 7am is particularly early but when the bus stop is a 45 minute walk away from where you live, and you’ve got a dog to walk before you leave, then, trust me, it’s early.

But I made it and the girls jumped on my bus so we could get to last time’s finish point, Faralya, and get walking.

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I guess I found Doctor Who’s first mode of transport!

Our aim was to get to Alinca which is all well and good but there’s no public transport from Alinca back to where we are, so we made a plan to go round in a circle and end up at Kabak where we could jump on a bus home. Luckily there are two different routes so we avoided the ‘oh I remember that stick’ scenario on our return journey.

We began by walking to Kabak, a nice easy stroll once you got over the first steep incline. We planned on ending the day’s walk at Kabak beach so, instead of going that far this time, we turned left and headed inland into a forest that most probably, somewhere, has a Magic Faraway Tree in it (that’s just aged me hasn’t it!).

The walk was varied, quite heart pumping in places but generally ok but, since the book we were using was written, Alinca itself had obviously been moved further away, a lot further away. There were a few times when we nearly turned back as the famous red roofs of Alinca weren’t showing their faces. We soldiered on though and I quite literally jumped up and down when I first saw a roof that was red. At last, we’d made it.

IMG_3001We stopped at the first cafe/restaurant we found, ordered drinks, and delved into our packed lunches like marooned sailors who hadn’t seen a meal for a week.

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Nothing like a healthy lunch, and this is nothing like a healthy lunch!

After a half hour of drinking in the spectacular scenery we started our journey back to Kabak. The first part is the same well trodden path but then you get to a fork in the road that takes you on the coastal path. All I can say is I’m glad we went down it rather than up or I never would have made it. It was a killer of an incline and I know I would have, in a very adult fashion, stamped my feet and refused to carry on unless someone carried me.

The highlight of doing the journey this way was that we ended on Kabak beach, a beach that still retains a slightly hippy vibe and even on days that have gorgeous weather doesn’t get too busy.

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Of course, the relief and happiness at reaching our destination was short lived when we realised that it was too early in the season for us to get the transfer from the beach to the road. Jeezzzz….if I’d had enough energy for that foot stamping this is when I would have done it. The walk up to the main road was practically vertical and made a lot worse by the fact that you could see most of the road rising in front of you. However, after a few complaints from all 3 of us, we made it and by this time we’d decided there was no way we were getting a bus. After a 25km walk we damn well deserved a cab which a local road worker very kindly called for us.

The cab took us as far as where the girls lived and I carried on by bus as, although my heart & legs wanted a cab all the way home, my bank account didn’t.

I eventually jumped off the bus about a 10 minute walk from my house and there, across the road, like a knight in shining armour, was my landlord just getting out of his car. He waved me over and told me to wait in the car and he’d take me home – I have never been so glad to see a man I have to regularly give money to.

Anyway, that was walk number 2 which covered parts 2 & 3 of the Lycian Way. Watch this space for the next installment.

 

Here’s a tip for you – if a friend has recently started hiking and asks you if you fancy going for a walk, think very carefully before you say yes…

Unfortunately I didn’t think it through and jumped at the chance. Fortunately, it turned out to be one of my better decisions and the beginning of a love affair with the Lycian Way in Turkey.

Luckily for me and my traveling companions, Carol & Clare, the start of the 509km Lycian Way trail is right on our doorstep and we took our first steps of a one day hike on the morning of 26th March 2017.

1 copyThe best way to describe the first part of the walk is ‘up’. Simple as that, ‘up’. In fact, probably more ‘up’ than I’ve ever been before. Of course being generally unfit and asthmatic (thank the Lord I’d already given up smoking!) I got about 30 minutes into the ‘up’ before I felt I was going to be quite violently sick. Slightly embarrassing seeing as I’m the youngest of the 3 of us but the girls were very gracious and patient and no finger pointing or laughing was involved.

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‘Up’, ‘Up’, and more ‘Up’

Any remaining breath a hiker might have during this stretch will have no doubt been taken away by the stunning coastal views.

2 copyAnyway, when I’d got over this feeling we trundled on and ‘up’ finally became ‘flat’ and not a minute too soon I have to say!

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Flat (finally!)

There was even a bit of ‘down’ which was bloody marvelous in my eyes.

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The girls demonstrating what ‘down’ looks like

We eventually stopped for a sarnie and then later on for cay (tea) and a ‘squat over a hole in the floor’ break before soldiering on to our final destination, Faralya, which marked the end of Section 1 of the Lycian Way.

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Made it! A quick refresher before our bus back home

There are loads of other things I could mention such as me thinking I saw an elephant (don’t ask) and meeting the largest Ukrainian biker any of us will probably ever meet but I think I’ll just finish off by saying that this 16km stroll taking 4.5 hours, is just the start…in fact we’ve already covered another 50km since we took these first steps but more about that next time…

 

Hi all.

I am sure there are many of you out there that have decided in the last 7 days to get yourselves down the gym and get rid of those few extra pounds.

Well, two years ago I was one of you and I’m proud to say that I’m still going. And, of course, now I’ve got the added incentive of moving to a hotter country in just 3 months where I won’t be able to spend a majority of the time wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts (a look I’ve perfected over the years).

Ok, there are some weeks I don’t go, some weeks where I look out the window and decide it is too cold or wet to step out of my onesie and into my gym kit, and even some weeks where the gym seems too far away – a pathetic excuse considering I can see it from my front window.

But, you know what, I actually really enjoy it once I’m there. There is nothing like the satisfaction of feeling a bit of sweat, sorry ladies, perspiration trickling down your back or feeling your muscles ache from one too many lifts of the weights.

Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been a smooth ride. I’ve had some comical moments such as the time I stopped walking on the treadmill (Running? Good god, no) as soon as I hit 30 minutes but before I hit the stop button, resulting in a less than graceful exit off the back of the machine. Or the time I almost fell off the cross trainer purely because I turned around too far to get a glimpse of the Josh Hartnett lookalike doing press ups on the mat behind me. Or, even worse, the time the personal trainer I hired was helping me with stretches at the end of the session only for me to, well, how shall I put this, oh sod it, farted. Ok I said it, it happens. Stop giggling.

Gyms nowadays aren’t just full of testosterone filled men, you can find all sorts of people. Many of them an inspiration to me, and to everyone in the gym. There’s the old fella who walks on the treadmill whilst hooked up to an oxygen canister, or the overweight lady pensioner in a wheelchair who can pump more iron than Arnie, or the guy who looks like Santa who runs on the treadmill further than I could dream of even walking, mind you he may be ¬†getting into shape for next Christmas’ workload…who knows.

I know many of you will hesitate and say you find the gym is boring and yes it can be. But take some ‘bouncy’ music (I find Flo Rida a good start), or go with a friend, or take a book, or plant yourself in front of a television and get educated in 90’s made for TV films – this afternoon I watched part of Mighty Ducks starring a very youthful Emilio Estevez, who I’ve decided looks like Tom Branson from Downton Abbey. Now I wouldn’t have discovered this fascinating fact if I’d gone shopping instead would I?

Don’t go expecting results straight away, it will take time but eventually you will notice an increase in your fitness level, and that spare tyre will start to look like there is a puncture in it. But, for gods sake, don’t get home and congratulate yourselves on a job well done by treating yourself to a biscuit!

Go on, give it a go, stick with it and let me know how you get on.

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