We left early for the fishing town of Daça this morning. Daça was once a tiny place but has grown quickly as a result of the new road that was constructed ten years ago. The harbor area was the usual tourist trap but a real town exists just a few blocks inland. There were tons of dumpy little restaurants with what must be great food as well as domino halls and other regular places. It was by far the coolest town we saw so far.
Jane and I stopped by a honey store. The guy who was working there owned a rug store across the street and was just watching over things for his friend so it took a while to find out how much things cost. I picked up a great Turkish coffee and tea set for cheap and we ended up staying for tea with the owner and his friend. It turns out that the rug guy was another nomadic Kurd who fled Iraq during the first Gulf war and has been traveling around Turkey since. He was a really great guy who told us all about his family and village. Ultimately he invited us over to his store. I thought we were in for a sales pitch but he just wanted to show us some pictures of his dad! Very cool.
After leaving Daça we headed over to another random beach for snorkeling. This one was spectacular - we saw some crazy sea millipedes lots of plants and gigantic schools of sardines. The coast was very rocky and steep and at one point Allen and I were swimming above a 1000 foot cliff with big schools of black fish halfway down. It was an unforgettable feeling - flying above the fishes.
After swimming for several hours we had lunch and set off for Bozborun. We docked a half mile off shore and went hiking around some random ruins that had been converted into makeshift shelters and goat pens.
After a light dinner of cheese olives caprese and fruit we went to bed.
