11.03.2013 - 11.03.2013 13 °C
Since we have less than two weeks left in Turkey, and only one day in Antalya, we decided to visit a sight that would let us see as much as possible. Antalya's Minicity does sound a bit kitschy, but it seemed like a good way to get an idea of Turkey's architecture, as well as a means of seeing some of the mosques and monuments we would be missing. We decided we would walk the five and a half kilometres to the site, which shouldn't have taken much more than an hour. But it did. It took asking a cab driver and a lot of wandering and rubbernecking to get where we were going. Two hours later, we discovered the well hidden entrance to the miniatures. At least we got some exercise.
There were eighty models in the park, all scaled down to one 25th the size of their real-life counterparts. They were all meticulously detailed and interesting to look at, especially the mosques. Some of the models were massive, like Anitkabir, Ataturk's mausoleum. There was the mountain Pamukkale in the middle of the site, though it had a number of different tombs and such from around Turkey carved into it. My parents noticed the ruins that they'd tried and failed to find in Myra, as well as The Church of St. Nicholas, which was apparently in a much better state than the actual church. We also saw Konya's Sultan Selim mosque, famous for its whirling dervishes. We'll be staying very close to it when we travel to Konya tomorrow.
As my dad's back was acting up again, and Abby was dragging her feet with each step, we decided to take a taxi back to the hotel. Unfortunately, our cab ride was a little shorter than we'd expected (not a sentence one writes often). Our instructions to the taxi driver ended up placing a little further from our destination than we would've liked, and he seemed pretty dead set on having us out of his car then and there, for some reason. So we walked.
When we made it back to our hotel, Mom, Dad, and Abby all collapsed onto various beds. It was a little after three by now, and though they said that we would go out to get some lunch soon but we just need to close our eyes for like five minutes and then we'll be ready to go... they inevitably fell asleep. They woke up about an hour later, and we finally went out. Abby decided to stay in, so we promised her we'd pick her up a simit ring (a chewy bread ring covered in sesame seeds). Wandering around town, we came across a large bazaar, packed with clothes and spices and sweets. It was a riot of colour. There were artistic arrangements of multi-coloured herbs and row upon row of Turkish delight rolls and squares. We ended up buying two rolls of the vanilla/chocolate/almond variety, which came to much more than my parents had thought. I heard him say four euros per 100 grams, but Mom and Dad just didn't take him seriously. They ended up talking him down a little, which he was definitely not happy about. Afterwards, we spent about an hour looking for a restaurant where we wouldn't be harassed by the waiters. It seemed that the lack of tourists during the off season made us a hot commodity. They also seemed to think we were German, which is understandable as nearly all of the tours we've seen have been made up of Germans. Finally, we found a place with a less zealous waiter. I found the typical Turkish food to be especially good, probably due to the fact that I hadn't eaten since nine o'clock that morning.
On our way home, we stopped at a bakery to get some little baklavas and cookies that looked like turnovers. Unfortunately, all the simit salesman had packed up their wares and headed home, so we bought Abby six little rings resembling miniature simit. The rest of our evening was full of Turkish sweets and The West Wing. The little simits turned out to be crumbly biscuits that tasted as thought the baker had forgot to add the sugar (Dad liked them), but the baklava was delicious, and the turnover cookies weren't bad either. We had some of our expensive Turkish delight, too, which we told ourselves was definitely better than the convenience store stuff.