Day 17-D



From there we went to the mountain city of Arykanda, a Lycian establishment that Umit, his wife, and Tolga helped excavate in the 80s and 90s. Less popular of a site than the others we visited, Arykanda is extremely unique in its location in the mountains where it was the only passageway from the sea inland so many travelers stopped there. The photo on the left, featuring Nick and Erin, shows the remains of a bath with a view of the mountainside. The city had all the major edifices of all the other big metropolitan centers of the day, complete with a Bouleuterion, a theater, an agora, a necropolis, and a stadium for physical games. Before people did the “BC-AD” thing for keeping track of the years, cities would gage time by the games at the stadiums, which were sort of qualifiers for the Olympics. Anyhow, the views from the mountain tops were priceless and accompanied by a gentle cool breeze, and we spend an hour performing for each other in the theater. We left that site, whose history was accompanied by lots of personal anecdotes of the excavation, and went on a few unplanned adventures to a mosque and a farm in the middle of a tiny Turkish farming town. Though I wasn’t totally invested, I thought it was cool that the mosque, which belonged to a sect of Islam called [blank – I guess I couldn’t remember the name. I still don’t], highly valued altruism, hospitality, and equal rights, prayers, and education for women. Anyhow, we got to our hotel in the tiny town of Elmali and got a chance to explore the very calm, non-touristy region of Antalya. Jarret and I moseyed through a shoe store, a supermarket (he needed deodorant and orange juice for his throat), a school supplies store where we found some awesome wall decals and a copy of Othello in Turkish, and al electronics store where I got sunglasses because mine fell apart. We got a few funny looks in town, but for the most part, kids played tag, girls gossiped, and old men played cards in the part. Some things just don’t change. Then after a lovely dinner and dessert of goat milk ice cream, we called it a day.


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