Edith and I head to Demra where we visit the church of St. Nicholas (yes, Santa Claus) as well as Myra for more Roman ruin fun. We see a snake and a tortoise.
It's been days since I had a kebab, so I go hunting. Once I've located one Edith and my paths split, with her heading back to Kaş and me going onwards to Olympos. I'm staying in a ''tree house'' (more like a log cabin, but who's counting?). The whole place has a bit of a kooky air about it, but nothing I reckon I can't handle.
I ramble through more ruins and eventually meet up with the Irish Patrick, who I was on the bus with. We go for a drink and I hang around my campsite until it is painfully clear I am staying in a God-damned hippy commune. I beat a Turk at backgammon and he agrees to give me a lift to Antalya tomorrow afternoon. Result.
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