So I don’t know if there were twelve islands, or more than twelve islands, or if the names of the islands were made up or not. Rabbit Island looked like a rabbit, Flat Island had flat stones and a neat walking path, Paradise Bay was nice and Pig Island has some of the blues water I’ve ever seen.
We sailed, we swam, we ate, we sunned, we burned.
Kind of what you do on a 12-Island Cruise.
Was it a blow away moment of our vacation? I wouldn’t say so. However, there was something nice about being on the boat all day, swimming in the clean Mediterranean waters and hopping from island to island. Not going to knock it.
No Blue Cruise, I’m sure, but pretty nice all the same.
Which I guess is how I’d sum up our time in Fethiye. It wasn’t knock your socks off amazing, but it did provide a nice stretch of R and R, to the point where a shuttle ride or a boat trip didn’t feel overwhelming. So that’s nice.
Daina’s currently back in “downtown” Fethiye, about to give a shop owner hell about a watch they screwed up, and I’m pretty darn red. Sunburn. Blech.
Tomorrow, we’re off to Bodrum to see the site of the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus and the Underwater Archeology Museum, housed in St. Peter’s Castle, which is made from the stones of the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus.
So no beaches.