December 27th we headed out for a week* of adventure. We started with a ferry from Gelibolu to Lapseki and then travelled nearly an hour south to Geyikili. At Geyikili after a long wait we caught one of three daily Gestas** ferries to the island of Bozcaada. as the family travel planner and booking agent, I wasn't surprised by the view from the ferry, but I still thought it was a "WOW".
The arrival of the ferry caused a mini rush hour at the harbour and of course that was the moment our mostly uncooperative new Garmin GPS choose to completely lose its mind and quit transmitting. Thankfully one of our back seaters pointed out that we were right behind a taxi displaying the name of our hotel. So in a Turkish version of "follow that car", we tailed the taxi until he parked near a construction site on a dead end street. Getting out, we discovered the driver was also our host at the hotel and the hotel was in fact steps away.
Parking in front of the hotel meant we would have to make two turns down tiny lanes which would have been fine if we were driving something smaller than the X-Trail, maybe a Mini or a Smart Car. Anyway our host found us a better place to park, far from the drift of construction debris and only a couple of short blocks on cobbled streets from our hotel.
We didn't do much more than nap, take a walk and eat supper the day we arrived. Oh and I had to find the ATMs so I could get enough Turkish Lira to pay our hotel bill in cash. I booked with booking.com which said the hotel would take credit cards but small private hoteliers prefer cash.
|Cam is tall. Bamboo is taller.|
The next day after a deluxe Turkish breakfast in the "garden" of the hotel, a small walled patio outside the kitchen, we went for a drive.
|With all the talk of refugees in small boats, I was rather distressed to find this torn raft, PFD and a couple of very small mismatched shoes on an otherwise deserted beach.|
|Up the hill we found a monastery converted into a restaurant. It's a beautiful site with amazing views. We explored and rested and enjoyed the sunshine and the view.|
|Sam found a bunch of dry leaves to crunch through.|
|Nicole, Cam and Sam listened to Johanna who narrated all the things she found over the embankment in the overgrowth of shrubs.|
|Amazing vistas - everybody got a picture!|
|And then I turned around and saw a trail leading up.|
|Me at the top of trail.|
|These houses near our parking spot seemed deserted, but laundry moved on and off the line.|
|The Fortress of Bozcaada|
The Fortress of Bozcaada has been in existence since Venetians were in the area in 1464 and perhaps earlier. The island was under Roman rule from 133 BC.
|The castle was renovated by the ministry of culture and tourism between 1965 and 1970. This period was the most recent period of Greek emigration from the island. It wasn't until 1990 that foreigners were allowed to visit the island.|
|Bozcaada from the fortress.|
|These were the only others at the fortress the day we visited.|
|I don't know how many photos I have of Johanna on top of things - but it must be a lot!|
|Later we walked the town. Local jams and wines are for sale.|
|When the Turks come to town ... eventually entrance to your Greek Orthodox church is barred.|
Here's the wiki link to the history of this island and their Greek inhabitants.
|Wine's a big deal on this island.|
|Sack of potatoes anyone?|
|Harbour (Palm Trees)|
|Lots of fishing boats in the harbour.|
One last story: We had supper at the same place on the harbour the first night and the last night we were in Bozcaada. The first night we saw a man come into the restaurant with a whole fish in a plastic grocery bag. He ended up in the kitchen. The second night, the same thing happened, but this time I paid attention. It wasn't long until the same man walked past the restaurant towards the fishing boats docked on the harbour. This time he had no fish, but grocery bags and a six pack. The fish is fresh and local and fishers are paid in cash.
* Sadly our week away was cut short because of cancelled ferry sailings to Gokceada. The weather took a turn on December 30, so instead of trading one island for another we came home.
**Just a note about Gestas's website. Good Luck! Yes they do have an English page but you're better off translating the Turkish site with Google Translate or better yet get a native Turk to interpret or phone. The folks who answer the phone have just enough English to tell you they don't speak English. If you've got a little Turkish, you'll make out okay.