Sun Beach

This morning started with a little Sherpa duty, hauling our bags about a quarter mile down the beach to our new (and hopefully, rooster free) hotel. It’s a little higher end as well, coming complete with hot water at any time of the day.

A general malaise is setting in with the Roberts’ as we near the end of our vacation, and having finally found warm, sunny weather, more and more of our days are being consumed splayed out on beach chairs. Here too there are a lot of healthy people playing hide the bikini, which I guess is a good thing, in that they are clearly far less self-conscious than we are. I try and convince Angela she should tan Euro-style to fit in, but that idea doesn’t make it too far.

As we turn in for the night, the good news is that there aren’t any roosters in the neighborhood. The bad news is that there’s a cat party – and boy, do the cats here know how to party. After being kept awake for several hours, I can’t help but hope that if I somehow fail to achieve enlightenment in this life, that next time I come back as a Turkish cat.

Our plans are to spend a couple of days here before moving back up the coast a bit to Antalya, where the airport is for our flight home.