23rd May 2014 - 20TL (about £6) (joined by Amanda Leat)
I'm a Turkish delight. |
Merhaba, you old dogs.
Stuck on a south-western peninsula of Turkey, in one of its last bastions of secularism, sits Bodrum (née Halikarnassos), pride of the Aegean. The vista provides a sensorial overload that requires none of the brooding contemplation of the Lake District or Dartmoor. There’s something in the human soul that recognises sea, mountains and trees in that order as just good. The colour palate’s dazzling to the point of supernormal stimuli, reminiscent of those hideously printed kids books by Michelin or the AA, circa 1985.
In the centre of the bay sits the castle, the city’s frontispiece, with its high walls and twisting minarets. To say it was built during the crusades and has survived a litany of sieges and uprisings, it’s in remarkably good nick. It’s been built and rebuilt and is now used to tackle the greatest army to swarm the Mediterranean: tourists. The colossal floor space within is used (rather wonderfully) as the grounds for “Turkey’s only underwater archaeology museum”. Well… yeah.