When faced with the choice between swimming in the sea and taking a cable car up snowy Mount Olympos, I chose the sea. Salt on my lips, that invigorating chill on my limbs— definitely better than a 55 lira trip up a tourist trap. After lazily drying off in the sun, I treated myself to a yummy lunch of pan-fried trout and some çay.
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such pretty blues...
Aren't they amazing?
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