It was dark by the time we arrived in the village and we weren’t sure if there was a campsite. But we spotted a drawn map of the town in a restaurant which also mentioned a campsite. By that time it was almost midnight and we were lucky to find some tea drinking men who pointed us in the right direction. At least, that’s what we thought. We parked the car and slept like a rock. The next morning we had the best breakfast with olives, cheese, omelet, tomatoes and chili’s.
We took a stroll and found out that the campsite was actually 300 meters further down the road, right next to the beach. It looked like a tent camp village where Turkish families permanently live in summertime. The tents are fascinating constructions of caravans, blankets, pallets and plastic furniture combined. The Turks do appreciate their seaside.
In the meantime...
We found out that picnics are huge here. As soon as the day starts, every patch of grass starts filling up with families with huge supplies of food. And a BBQ. Great habit.
We discovered that “Kokoreç” looks like döner but is actually sheep’s intestines in kebab disguise. The food stall owner proudly (and closely) watched us finishing the dish till the very last bite.