We have a lovely breakfast with the muhtar and his family, with the yellowest egg yolks I have ever seen.
A man comes on his tractor and fills his spray unit with water.
News from the pig hunt - they didn't find it.
We set off through the village, lose the markers after about 15 minutes.
A man looking after some sheep points us in the right direction. It is the same guy we saw and spoke with briefly in the village the night before. We walk up through a stream bed, steep uphill to the right. At the top we come to a recently paved road. Murat wants to go left, I think the guide book suggests right.
Murat rings the imam in the village to get his advice. We go right up the hill.
We walk past an area with a big tent set up - there is a ultra marathon being run today or tomorrow. People are paying $900 to run the same route we are walking.
We walk through forest then find a road and walk down into the small town of Bel, population about 50. We have tea with a lovely family with a cok guzel bebek (very cute baby), and come across 2 Belgians.
Turns out the man and his wife were the people who passed us on the motorbike on the road to Sydma.
We walk up the road, then through forest with the Belgians, then begin a descent down a very steep rocky and fairly tricky path. I really need to get new hiking shoes, the tread is letting me down, well that is my excuse, I fall over two times coming down this stretch.
We pass through Gavuragili, not much here, and climb out a steep path to the road. We are heading towards Pydnai, long walk on the road with no cars. We stop for lunch and a drink at a very well promoted Pensiyon. Murat gets a lot of conflicting advice about the direction to Letoon. Pydnai is a sea of glass houses, and there seem to be more tractors than cars. There is a huge plain growing vegetables under glass. We walk past back yards and kids home from school and find the road. Two men stop and offer us a lift to Letoon for 10 lira. We accept and are dropped at the ruins.
Letoon on Wikipedia
Murat is told about a dolmus about a kilometre away that goes to Xanthos, so we walk and find the stop. Two minutes later it comes. Xanthos is near a big prosperous town called Kinik. Another huge area covered in glass houses. We leave our bags at the Otogar (bus station) and walk up to Xanthos, a world heritage site, most of which is in the British museum:
Xanthos on Wikipedia
We get the last bus to Patara at 7pm and are dropped off 5km from the town. The road is well lit, and we get a lift from a man in a battered Renault. He drops us off at his brother's hotel, we find the car doors that open and Murat negotiates us a good deal. Patara is a beach town, with a bit of a hippy feel and more ruins. Very long day.
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