More Walking Around Kusadasi

Getting to breakfast just before 8:30 am kind of worked. The scrambled eggs were warm but not hot. There were also chicken nuggets this morning! They also had toast as well with jam, which I think is my favourite. If only they had peanut butter.

The plan today was a similar walk to yesterday excluding the hill. Instead, we decided to check out Pigeon Island. The only difference on the walk at first was the number of cruise boats—just two today.

Pigeon Island, or Güvercinada in Turkish, is accessed via a man-made causeway. Along it, there are old photos showing the island and the causeway before construction. Lining the causeway are several large boats that take people out for cruises. Pretty good value—only €5 for an hour-long trip. Not sure how far you’d get in an hour though; they look quite slow!

The island is named as it is because it supposedly looks like a bird’s head. Hard to see that from our angle. The island has a castle taking up much of the space, plus a couple of restaurants along the edge. We thought it might be free to access the island without going into the castle, but there was a gate with a €10 entry fee. We decided to pass on that. Instead, we walked around the edge past the restaurants as far as we could to check out the view back towards town.

We then went back to the apartment, where we read our books out in the garden area. Oh, and my “bits” are far less sore today, which is good. They weren’t the reason for the short walk this morning - we just didn’t have much to see. It was a good chance to take a break.

For lunch we went down to a different supermarket and picked up crackers and cheese, plus a massive nectarine for Sarah and a massive peach for me. The peach was crisp and very nice; Sarah’s nectarine was a bit tasteless.

More reading and some trip booking in the afternoon filled in our day.

For dinner we went to check out a place I had seen online in the main town area. But when we couldn’t find it—or maybe it wasn’t open yet—we reverted to what we know and went further to the café we discovered yesterday: Keyif Cafe. The son was putting a coat of white paint on his boat, but he said he hadn’t worked on it much today. He had been visiting his father in hospital, who was having heart issues.

We were going to try a new dish but decided to just have the same. The menu is quite limited, but when it tastes as good as it does, who cares? The mum started cooking, and I asked if I could video the process. That was fine, but she thought I was taking a photo. When she realised it was a video, she re-did the folding of the dough, which caused it to break while cooking. I told her it was my fault and not to worry—it would taste just as good. She wasn’t happy with that, so she made another one. Her son and a friend ate the broken one! 😂

Before we left, we chatted about travel and mentioned our next destination. The son, who we think is called Mustafa, is heading to the same place. We grabbed his WhatsApp number to send him our details and share information before he goes there later in the year.

We walked back the way we had come, through the main town area. It’s much better lit, and  passed a big mosque I was keen to see again. The streets have coloured lights hanging down, which are very pretty.