Day 4: Old Datca, Sogut, Icmeler

We had hard time leaving Datca and it's beautiful villa Asina that we hung out at old Datca for an hour before we head out. Old Datca was the home for famous Turkish poet Can Yucel and I had a chance to see his house and the cafe that he spent most of his time. This cobble stoned, narrow streets with flowers had an interesting feeling when you walk around the little town centre. Many locally produced silk artists and jewelers were nice to visit to get inspired.

One of my fav poet Can Yucel's street in Old Datca

Heading next was the fishermans town of Bozburun. We didn't have the best experience there as the beach was dirty and there wasn't much to do. I like to think of Bozburun as a great pit stop for gas and snacks because as were heading to middle of nowhere this was our only chance to fill up the tank. Then I remembered my best friend Burak recommended to eat calamari at the village of Sogut. We had there next with no expectations and not only had the best fried calamari and grilled octopus but also the beach was so nice and cozy that it was hard to leave there. There were probably 40 people total in the high season with us enjoying the beauty. Life couldn't be harder for the people of Sogut as they have to wake up and see that miserable view:)

we had to leave there before sunset as I didn't know how long it will take to Icmeler, where we were spending the night. 1 hr amazingly curvy drive with gorgeous views of mountains came to an end and we were in Icmeler, mini England. I don't remember any non English word in restaurant names when we went out at night but I made a British restaurant as middle eastern as possible by ordering hookah, and watermelon. Icmeler is only 10km from Marmaris which became popular for Brits and other Europeans in early 1990s when Turkish president Ozal promoted this city to Europe. Ready for a nice sleep after a long day of driving!