Arriving in Bodrum around 7:30am, I ventured bravely and ignorantly out to find my hostel. One source of improvement to the internet reservation service would be accurate directions and distances. Fully loaded with both packs, wandering with poor directions was a fifteen-minute task. After that I simply grabbed a cab and was there in just under five minutes. The exaggerated directions only underestimated the distance by about three kilometers.
The struggle of the day was forcing myself to rest. Even with three weeks practice in Ghana, simply relaxing does not come naturally and goes against my “Get up, you’re sleeping your life away” training. Despite this, I did manage to sleep until noon.
The daily productivity quotient involved finding the local cinema and eating my first burger in a while. Guess what? Burger King Whoppers are not only soggy in the US but in Turkey as well. I didn’t care. It was a treat just to eat barbeque sauce with my fries again.
Rest returned for the remainder of the afternoon and I awoke for an unusual dinner. The hostel will make a fresh Turkish barbeque for guests who would rather eat on site. This was perfect! It was totally enjoyable to have the owner’s father, our official grill master, chat "at me" in Turkish during the final preparations.
A “Turkish Barbeque” was actually three courses. First, a homemade chicken soup with rice and fresh mulled mint on top was served.
Next was a truly garden fresh salad, picked by Momma. (I was still craving every vegetable that could be found after the African deprivation experience.)
Finally, the main course of chicken drums, grilled peppers, rice, and beans arrived.
This home cooked meal was the perfect set up for a deep and restful slumber. Recovery strength seems to come in cycles and I was ready to finish the latest nadir.
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