Oz drove Sechel (his wife), Laurren and i for 8 hours from ankara to kas (more appropriately named paradise) in the pursuit of diving and relaxation. the bliss was not realized until the next morning when sunlight illuminated the splendor from our balcony! the mountains were coated with shore lines and decorated with paragliders dangling above them against the backdrop of fluffy, white clouds. laurren, sechel and i skipped through the trails that nonchalantly lead to ancient amphitheaters and picturesque seaside hang outs at every turn! we head to the rocky beach where i played my didgeridoo for the first time in months (validating the curious questions/glances from anyone seeing me lug the awkard package around) and dipped in the transparrent mediterranean. in the distance, turkish music soared from ships decked in the stark red and white of the turkish flag summoning the celebrators.
and what a celebration it was! it turns out that we arrived for turkey's independence day in one of the only cities that actually celebrates it! the raki flowed lıke lıon's mılk and the hıps moved lıke shakira's to black sea beats in between rows of eager diners. a confeti decorated youth marchıng band proceeded the speradic firework spectacle. im happy to say that i survived my first raki experience, as i heeded the warnings about sipping too fast. unfortunately, laurren wasnt so lucky but came out of it alive!
needless to say, our lax agenda was much appreciated the following days.
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