As a fast reply I must admit that I actually have written a few thingies, but I never posted them. Even if not posting them was a mistake by me, I do not think I will post them now when I have discovered the mistake since I do not like them any more.
However, since Isunia is not the only one leaving Sweden to experience another culture, I think it is time for me to tell you about my trip to Alanya. 7 days, 6 nights. A short trip, yea. But it was kind of nice anyway.
Last wednesday, august 3rd that is, my phone started to make mysterious noises in the middle of the night. WHY IS MY PHONE TELLING ME TO GET UP? Almost half an hour later I was still in my bed. But now it was not the phone trying to make me get up from my bed, it was my mother - and she sounded more than moderately stressed. Some twistings and groans later I finally stood up and realised that we were going to the airport to fly to Antalya. So we did.
In Antalya I felt that deja vu I always feel when going to HOT countries. A blasting heat and extreme humidity attacked me the very second I left the airconditioned arrivals building. What should I do - stand there and melt? No, RUN! About one hunded meters away the bus that was going to take us to Alanya stood. Not only the bus, but the AIRCONDITIONED bus. My rescue, my savior.
I do not know why, but I can not manage heat or sun good. Not even the most sunny days of the cold swedish summer did I appreciate. Somehow I like the unreliable, and often cold, weather of Sweden.
Well, about the trip there is not too much to tell. The seawater was, since the wind was blowing straight toward the beach, kind of dirty in the shoreline. Since dirty water is not what I prefer, and since I do not like pools with to much chlorine, I most days tried to find something else to enjoy. Like gigantic water melons for 9 SEK, or the big and cheap friday bazaar, or the best - the boat trip.
The boat trip we made was an arranged thingie that took us to five really cool caves and gave us the oppertunity to bath in clean seawater. Lunch buffet was included so there was nothing to think about but to find the best place to lie on the boat. The of the caves we visited was really cool. One had some sort of clay that gave you a cool tan for some hours. Another was a 60 meter path through a mountain. The passage took some time since it was really narrow, but when finally reaching the other side we found ourselves about 12 meters above sealevel - a perfect place to jump. Back on the boat we travelled about 40 meters where we made another stop. The crew started to throw bread into the water, and the bread dissapeared - pirayas in the water :-S... We never got the chance to jump from the masts, but that is the only thing I can complain on.
Some more days, some more water, some more food, some more travel and now I am back home... I hope too much have not changed during this week.
Peace!
