Do you know how to paragliding against the wind? Or do you know how the butterflies fly freely in the Valley of the butterflies? It is such a clear crystal sea; it is such a simple life in Fethiye. Who knows how such a happy life was spent by the Lycians who lived in each bit of these bays. Gocek that embraces the snow white sails of gullets is a tranquil harbour. Telmessos, a legend for thousands of years...
Welcome to the tale of Fethiye. Welcome to the secret shelter of the Gods, the Wind and the Sea.
Every moment in Bodrum is like a fast heart beat.
The day has just begun with the voice of prayer before sunrise, the moment for some who buy fresh fish from the boat yards, those making their way back to the hotel at the end of the night after dancing the whole night away. A tea brewed for some, a delicious breakfast with various cheeses, fresh tomatoes and pure olive oil, the first swim stroke thrown into the deep blueness of the Aegean sea. History, Culture, Hellenism and Halicarnassus are all on offer, Rakı- rocket salad or a fish meal for some. The night life or the day, the choice is yours. Bohemia at Gumusluk, A jet-set life at Turkbuku, Artisan at Yakakoy or an excellent street market in Bitez or a boutique hotel at Yalıkavak.
Here is Bodrum. The door to the most entertaining resort in Mugla which has something for everyone…
When you come to Marmaris, you forget about everything. The desire of starting over soaks into you, Scuba diving, fishing, swimming strokes and exploring, waking up early in the morning and starting life all over again from where you left off... There is history on your doorstep if you have the energy to explore. Mezes, fresh fish, desserts, ice cream at the restaurants on a renewed sea front, stone houses and redecorated citadel houses and miles of coastline. Brand new restaurants and shops with dozens of global brands on offer, a choice of marinas with visitors from all over the world. Here is Marmaris. it is time to start again!
This is the peninsula that takes away half of your heart and never gives it back to you. It locks it up into the stone houses in Datca. It let you down from Palamutbuku. It carries the smell of almond trees on your nose at the mountains of Guller. Your heart does not want to get out of the sea in Hayıtbuku, it cannot leave from Datca. The songs from all over the world are sang and played at the same time whilst sitting on long tables taking in the nights at Datca. The corn poppies of Yakakoy blossom at the same time in the spring.
Anyone that has been Datca, will never forget it.