Kabak

We woke to a glorious morning with the early sun lighting up the sheer rock faces of Butterfly Valley.

Our humble pensiyon, Guy Pansiyon,  included  breakfast so we sat on the terrace enjoying the view and had a  healthy brekky to set us up for a day of hillside trekking.

We had to keep our eyes peeled for the little red and white trail markers. They are often on rocks or trees and very easy to miss. We missed one turn and luckily it's was only 5mins down the track before we realised so we had an extra 5 min hill climb to get back on the trail.

We really were in a goat track today, wandering goats with bells on! 

The  track was all loosely turned over in places which seemed strange until the penny dropped.....the goats and wild boar have been rooting up the wild Iris bulbs that are abundant along the trail

We had been slogging up hill on rough tracks and then our track popped out on to a forest road and there was a wee lean-to selling fresh squeezed juice, wonderful!

This couple drive up the forest road and have a rustic little stall where the sell fresh juice to the hikers. Hubby dropped the lovely lady off and then disappeared in a clapped out old banger leaving her to do the juice stall, she had no English and I had no Turkish but we had a lovely conversation. Very special. 

What a spot, we sat next to a coral with goats and chooks overlooking the most wonderful Mediterranean views. I bet if you came back here in a few years it will be a building site.

There is so much construction all along this coast. Huge villas, big compounds, in-ground pools on multi level terraced properties...

Just when your spirits are flagging a little, natures gives you a little 'pick me up'. 

We came across a turtle enjoying the spring flowers, so sweet. 

We had thought today would be a bit easier but it was quite tough in places, you really had to take it slowly and carefully. 

We made it to Kabak. A small village with amazing sea views, check out our terrace view! Third night in a row we are the only people staying in the place. A lot of the younger ones on the trail are wild camping but our camping days are over, tents add pack weight!

To be sure we don't fade away, we had a good dinner and an early night as tomorrow is a big day . 

We had a friend at dinner. His pleading gig was extra effective as he also had a limp, of course we were weak and snuck him a treat.