Today the digital display in Fethiye showed 24 degrees and it really felt like the start of summer.  It has been sunny all this week, but there was something different about today, people seemed to have discarded their coats and to be really enjoying the sunshine.  From now to June is the best weather – then it starts to get seriously hot.

Grant and Dawn have been here for a week and were very lucky with the weather – it was pretty much straight sunshine until they left yesterday, then it poured down for a few hours!  As they had to fly into Antalya (no flights to Dalaman at the moment) we decided to have a couple of nights in a hotel there.  You can get very cheap deals to the large hotels there in winter when they are not full.

We went to Club Sera Resort Hotel on Lara Beach.  Some of my students stayed there a few months ago and recommended it.  Having left the car with the concierge, we walked into the ground floor lobby/reception area and were wowed by the ‘bling’ everywhere – gold chairs, chandeliers and several layers of swag curtains.  Our rooms were in the main building – with large balconies looking towards the sea and beds so large you could have got lost in them!

The hotel stretches over a large area, right down to its own beach and salt water pool.  There area number of bars and restaurants, though at this time of year there was just one restaurant, the lobby  bar and a bar with pole-dancing girls open.   We stuck with the lobby bar!  The food was pretty average but the choice was so huge that you could always find something.  The cocktails were very good – we tried quite a number in the name of research!  Altogether, it was a great deal and we had a fun couple of days.

Cem at the aquarium in Antalya

Back in Fethiye, we went out on Friday night to celebrate Dawn’s birthday.  There are several new (well newish- mostly opened some time last year) restaurants along the sea front in between Fethiye and Çalış.  As with so many things, you get different opinions from different people with some people raving about one restaurant and others saying they had been disappointed.  We decided to try one of called Deniz Yıldızı (Star Fish).  It’s not very big and was a bit chilly inside but the food was good and the kitchen was open to viewing and very clean.

Aside from the weather, now that our visitors have gone I feel like it is time to focus on summer.  I want the divans recovered if possible and have been looking at suitable materials.  A little man (the cleaner’s husband actually) has been working every day for nearly 2 months now, doing bits of plumbing, tiling, filling and generally tidying up round the hotel.  With some plastering and painting (areas in need) the rooms will be ready, which is good as the first guests arrive on 3rd April - already less than a month away.  I shall enjoy my last month of going to sleep without wondering if I have forgotten anything/anyone or if anything untoward will happen in the night!

Kaan and Poppy

What's in a name?

I thought I would share one of the things that keeps me amused out here – names.  Turkish names – Christian names, surnames and even place names  often have me chuckling.

While most English names have a meaning if you dig into them, it isn’t often immediately obvious.  The exceptions are ‘hippy’ style names like River and some of those used by eccentric stars – Apple and Peaches spring to mind.  In Turkey, these sort of names are common; Rain (one of our nieces’ names), Leaf, River, Stream, New Moon, Tulip, Love and Wish are all popular girls names, Iron, Soil, Eagle, South, War, Peace and Lion for a boy.

just a nice sunset the other day!

Some of these are very pretty names – both in sound and meaning.  But there are some whose meaning seems to me just weird.  Why would you call your child ‘Enough’? Our second cleaner last summer went by this rather strange name and readily admitted to me that as the fifth child her parents had chosen it for her to show they wouldn’t have any more children – and then gone on to have two more!

For a boy, what about ‘Help’?  In my book of children’s names it says that as well as meaning ‘one giving help’ it is – like ‘enough’ – a name given to a (planned) last child. As in ‘god help me’? Honestly!

Here’s another one that makes Cem laugh on a frequent basis.  An affectionate shortening of the name Mehmet is ‘Memiş’ (pronounced Memish), now used as a name in its own right.  Unfortunately ‘memiş’ is also a common word for breasts – a bit like boobs.  Cem knows a man who is quite an important civil servant who goes by this name and every time he calls, Cem starts quietly sniggering and I know it is ‘boobs’ on the phone!

Surnames, having been made compulsory by Atatürk, were often chosen to highlight the character of the namee…which makes you wonder why people chose things like ‘Madaxe’, ‘Blackpants’, or even better ‘Without pants’.   Sometimes it is the combination of the two names which makes it funny.  We know a family with the name ‘Fox’ who chose to give their son the name ‘Strange’:  ‘Strange Fox’ – sounds more like a Red Indian than Turk!

Finally place names.  Just before we got to Uludağ where we went skiing we went through the small town of ‘Grasshopper’.  Here are some other good ones:  the villages of ‘Mad’, ‘Useless ones’, ‘Calf’, ‘Son of a Goat’ and ‘Mad Ali the servant’.  And one for Frank….’Bald ones’ village!

I suppose you could have the same fun with some of our place names and even surnames  - Cem thought Winterbottom was pretty funny when he first heard it.  Talking of which, I have a funny story about names.  The first time Cem and I were in England together we were renting a car.  As it was being brought to the house, I checked on the phone whether Cem as a Turkish licence holds would be able to be listed as a named driver.  They said fine, as long as they could understand his licence.  As the Turkish driving licence has everything written in English under the Turkish we didn’t think there would be a problem.   However, the not-so-bright man who delivered the car took his licence and looked long and hard at it.  I started to show him how under ‘Sürücü Belgesi’ it said ‘Driving Licence’ and under ‘Soyadı’ it said ‘Surname’ but he still looked puzzled and eventually said:

‘But his name is foreign – how do I translate that?’

And now....watch the cat and the rabbit!

The joys of pet ownership

Some of you will know that despite my usually sensible approach to stray animals (that is we have enough already and they should go to the animal sanctuary to find a good home), this summer, mainly thanks to our guests, we acquired a second dog and a cat. The dog (Poppy) now lives at home with our other dog – sometimes playing happily together, sometimes squabbling. She is very big and can jump onto the garden wall, from where she towers over people walking up the road (which is lower than our garden) and probably frightens the living daylights out them, particularly Turkish people who can be frightened of even the smallest, quietest dog.


The cat – also called Poppy (I did try to find another name for at least one of them but somehow the name had stuck to both of them) – lives at the hotel. There is also a very fat white rabbit which lives in the hotel garden. When the cat is in a frisky mood she stalks the rabbit, who seems quite unconcerned and just hops off in disgust but no particular haste. I actually think in a fight the rabbit would probably win.

When we got back from our ski holiday, the cat was walking on 3 legs. The fourth was so fat and twisted that I thought she must have broken it. We took her to the vet where she amazed me by purring her head off while on the nasty metal table in the vets, obviously in some pain. Must be a sign of nerves – either that or she’s stupid! Anyway the good news was it wasn’t broken but she had a nasty cut that had got infected and I had to give her medicine twice a day for a week (liquid antibiotic squirted into her mouth – surprisingly she drank it without a fuss).

As there are a number of other cats that visit the hotel and having just dealt with one lot of kittens I also had her booked in to be ‘done’ last week. So a few days later she went back in the box, back to the vets and had her op, after which she had a rather fetching bandage wrapped round her middle which pulled her fur and made her walk sideways.

The following day I was at the hotel when the boys called me to come home quickly. When I got there I found the puppy Poppy had been stung by something and her nice pointy snout had swollen to three times its normal size. She seemed not in the slightest bit bothered by this, even though she could not shut her mouth properly, but she looked both ugly and very funny at the same time. Into the car and another trip to the vet- unlike the purring cat, this large dog quivered with fright and had to be held down while he gave her an antihistamine injection.

dog with a fat lip

I have threatened them all with the dogs home if they cause any more trouble. The only one that isn’t a problem is the rabbit, and she is in trouble with Cem as she has eaten his pomilin (a type of oversized grapefruit) trees.

'Make sure you win - or you'll be the sausages next time!'

To add some larger animals to the picture, we went to watch the camel wrestling on Sunday. It was in one of the villages on the edge of Fethiye and was very popular with locals – with a sort of market set up outside and stalls selling things to eat (including camel sausages – is that a threat to the competitors?) The camels were very well turned out with coloured rugs and beads and bells. Five or six of them are in the arena at the same time and two are encouraged to ‘wrestle’ which they do by pushing each other with their necks. The one who goes down first – or runs away (which was the case with a couple of them) loses. There is a bit of pushing but nothing too violent and some of the participants actually didn’t look that interested in fighting. They do produce a lot of foamy spit though, and it is wise to duck when they shaking their heads in your vicinity.  By the way, these camels are kept because of the prestige - and cost up to about £100,000 if they have good form!

WATCH OUT FOR THE SPIT!!

Actually we missed the best sport of the day. The ‘mayor’ of the little suburb it was in wanted to ride a camel. One of the beasts was duly prompted to lie down so he could get on; unfortunately as it stood up – as gently as a camel can – he lost his balance and went head first onto the floor. Nothing damaged but his pride – and it was shown on national news the following day so I don’t suppose he’ll forget that in a hurry!

Skiing in Turkey

I am a very bad blogger – it has been so long since I blogged. As a partial excuse my laptop got slower and slower and finally ground to a halt altogether a couple of weeks ago. Emre’s best efforts to revive it had no effect so it has gone to have a complete overhaul and hopefully will be back tomorrow. In the meantime Emre’s own laptop has died too; what is it with these computers?


Having smugly thought that I had completed my duties in the fields of present-buying and cake-baking, while taking down the Christmas tree I suddenly remembered it was Kaan’s birthday that following week. I really don’t recommend having a baby in January – it just seems such a lot of effort to go to so soon after Christmas and New Year! And I always feel guilty because Emre’s birthday is in August and there are plenty of people around to help celebrate with him.

Oh well, Kaan is stuck with us, grandma and a couple of friends. I made him a cake and – despite him telling Grant he got nothing – he got a mask for diving and a few other bits and pieces. He is thirteen now – a teenage in training. I hope he doesn’t learn too well, though he has the best teacher in Emre!

School holidays begin here this Friday but we decided to go away before the holiday as we wanted to go skiing and it gets expensive and busy when school is out. We looked at lots of options including Bulgaria and Macedonia but finally decided to try Uludag – the oldest and probably best-known ski resort in Turkey.

Uludag is near Bursa, abou 200km south of Istanbul. We drove there – a journey of about 650km which we did through the night, arriving there at about 9 in the morning, It might seem like a long journey but it isn’t especially long for Turkey where people jump in the car and drive from Fethiye to Istanbul without much thought or planning. Also away from the major cities there is a lot less on the roads than there is in the UK and the roads have improved hugely in the twenty years I have been here.

So, we drove slowly up the road from Bursa into the mountains, stopping for breakfast and to put chains on the tyres on the way. We arrived and found the weather was a bit extreme – overcast and strong winds but plenty of snow. The resort was not as big as I had imagined – though there are plenty of runs – and the hotel we had picked was just 50m or so from the nearest lift.

The weather was not perfect, with fierce winds at the top of the mountain (actually blew me along the terrace of the cafe) and a near-blizzard on Saturday; of course on Sunday when we only had a half-day skiing it cleared up and the sky was a brilliant blue. But it didn’t stop us skiing and we were all happy to get on the slopes again after several years. The boys leave Cem and I behind now – but any of you who have facebook have seen that from the photos Cem put on!

We got back to Fethiye on Monday and the weather has been all over the place this week. There was a big storm on Thursday night. The awning from the front of BusStop bar blew off, damaging the wall it was bolted on to and putting a hole in the roof where it landed! We went to the hotel at 4am but everything was OK there. They have actually given flood warnings again for tonight. As we still haven’t quite got our claim together for the last flood I really don’t want another one!