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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…

 

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Yesterday afternoon I went for a walk. Not just any old walk, but a hash. Now, unfortunately this didn’t have anything to do with inhaling dodgy substances and hallucinating but it did involve alcohol, and lots of it.

I joined the Fethiye Hash House Harriers¬†for one of their fortnightly outings and we walked (some ran, god forbid) for about an hour or so along the water’s edge and around Calis (pronounced Chalish). I met some lovely people including Brian who was tasked with looking after me and Roy who apparantly has a certain reputation with the laydeez. The weather seemed to be the hottest it had been so far this year and instead of the cool breeze by the coast that I had begun to expect, it felt a lot like being blasted in the face with a hairdryer. I have to confess that by the end of the walk parts of me were sweating that I didn’t even know had sweat glands but that’s probably more information than you were hoping for.

After the walk the drinking games started. You had to form a circle and then new hashers were brought into the circle and given a mug of beer, if you drank it with your right hand then you had to have another one. Then the really daft games started. One guy, for reasons I am unsure of, was made to wear a nappy and knock back a beer. You had to drink a beer if you were standing with your hand on your hip. You had to drink a beer if it was your birthday, or your hash anniversary etc – you get the idea. I would like to point out that you did have the option of drinking water and no-one judged you for your choice. Obviously, as someone who barely drinks, I chose the water option but as their tag line is ‘Drinkers with a walking problem’ I guess I should have known what was coming.

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After about a hour of games we headed off to a local restaurant for a meal before saying goodnight around 9pm. I am guessing I was one of only a handful who could see straight by the end of the evening.

I really enjoyed the afternoon, met some great people and was made to feel very welcome but, as a non drinker I am not sure how often I will return. After all, being sober kinda means I am missing the point…

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