I have been meaning to write this post for quite a while but more interesting ideas have popped into my mind. On the other hand, could it be that I just couldn´t find much to say.
To read the travel brochures, Kusadasi is the Jewel in Turkey’s Crown. It is the classic story of a fishing village turning into one of the most attractive resorts on the Aegean.
We were fortunate that we didn’t stay very long as I found it rather bland. There was nothing to excite or disappoint, I didn’t love nor hate it, I just found it very ‘ordinary’. Driving into the resort, it is impossible to miss row after row of tall buildings looming like ugly giants. Every Turkish citizen aspires to owning one of these high-rise flats but to our western eyes, they looked, if not quite like the local ghetto, then certainly like huge social housing estates.
They have a saying in Turkey that if a girl is from Kusadasi then she is the equivalent of a Beverly Hills housewife, a Miss World candidate, bleached, botoxed and never ageing beyond 35. Similarly, with the young men, October is ‘granny month’ and this is when the older women desperate for male attention hit the bars to seek out the virile young men to make them feel eighteen again.
There were plenty of grannies on our coach but not a single volunteer!