In an attempt to find a Krüper's Nuthatch, we followed a little brown sign that pointed up a pine dotted hill, that read "Zeus Altar". Sometimes you spend hours looking for a bird (or in Pedro's case, sometimes days— I don't have the patience yet), and then there are those marvellous times when what you are looking for is gently screeching in the tree you just parked your car under. Here's our busy little nuthatch:
It's funny how a small feathered creature can bring so much joy. We watched it for a little while, following it from tree to tree, occasionally being stared at by people heading to the mysterious Zeus Altar, which we eventually decided to hike up to. The path took us past an old stone village, which according to a friendly passerby, used to be home to both Turks and Greeks until the population exchange in 1923. Unlike the ghost village of Kayaköy, people still live here.
The actual altar wasn't much to look at and was littered with tissues and plastic, but the view was breathtaking.
When we came down the hill we were seduced by a charming café shaded by olive trees, which boasted gözleme and homemade mantı— meat-filled raviolis drowned in yoghurt and pepper oil. Meanwhile, our little nuthatch shamelessly paraded on a fence.