Showing posts with label Bodrum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bodrum. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

images of bodrum


Last weekend I ran off to Bodrum and had an even better time than the last visit. The weather was absolutely perfect and more restaurants were open, as the season is about to hit full swing. I went on a boat trip to the most glorious swimming spots in the clearest, most turquoise water I have ever seen.


As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed my fish. Never be put off by a fish served whole— lots of people get squeamish when they see the head still on. Just cover it with your lettuce or something because there is nothing like Turkish grilled fish. The skin is the best part, crispy and bursting with flavour, while the meat is very subtle and practically melts in your mouth. Turkish fish dishes are all about experiencing the fish's natural flavour; you'll seldom see a fish served with sauce, which is probably why I could never get into tartar sauce.

Bodrum is known for its handmade sandals, and just about every other shop is a leather sandal shop. Naturally, I picked up a pair.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

aegean


Last weekend I went on a spontaneous trip to a town called Bodrum, which is on the Aegean coast of Turkey. Bodrum is an hour and a half flight from Istanbul and the perfect place to relax in the sun, swim in the sea and have a few cocktails. I can't think of anything I enjoy more than swimming in the sea— I was in that clear, clear water the second I could jump in. Since it was the beginning of the season, the weather was a bit chillier than I had hoped, but still quite lovely.



Bodrum is a massive tourist attraction in the summertime, but it was relatively empty this weekend. Being one of the few young females around, I had to put up with a lot of staring. Many tourists and foreigners living in Turkey are bothered by the staring, since we are brought up with the notion that it's rude— here, on the other hand, staring is quite a normal thing. Both men and women will stare, and I have found that it doesn't really mean anything. You just have to ignore it. I am actually happy to be in a culture that is open to staring—I can be as indiscreet as I want to be when drawing people in public.