Kas Photos


When I got my pension (hotel) in Kas and told the owner about the reservations I made online the night before, he made a series of phone calls over the next 20 minutes, all in Turkish. He gave me apple tea while I waited, which was nice, but why is tea always served too hot to drink? After all that, he told me that someone had come in person the day before and booked the last bed for the next few days and before he had time to log it in the computer, my reservation had come in. Since he didn't have a bed for me, he had been calling around town to find one and had succeeded in getting me a private room at a dorm room rate. One of his workers gave me a ride on his motorcycle to the new pension.

Kas has a lot of outdoor activities to chose from and I decided on sea kayaking. There is a old city nearby that sank due to a series of earthquakes and we floated over it on our kayaks. It actually wasn't all that impressive from on top of the water and for some reason, diving in the sunken city is illegal, but the kayaking was quite beautiful and enjoyable overall. I'm afraid I don't have any pictures of it because I didn't want to risk bringing my camera and getting it wet.

In the group I was kayaking with, there was Italian man and his teenage son and daughter. The son and daughter chose to be in a double kayak together. I'm not sure why, maybe because the guide said that the double kayaks would go faster. The two of them were an absolute disaster. As soon as they got in the kayak the ran straight into some boats and then into the dock. Throughout the morning we had to wait for them while they crashed into the rocky shore over and over again. The funniest part about the Italians was watching them yell at each other. The son was in the back seat and was yelling his sister. The father was yelling at both of them and the girl was yelling back at her father. She even dropped the paddle a couple of times so that she could use her hands to gesture to him as she spoke.

At lunch, I struck up a conversation with them and the boy lit up and talked to me all about the NBA. Apparently, European basketball is of such low quality that it's not broadcast by the major European networks. Instead, they broadcast the NBA. He also told me about all the different American clothing, movies, and music he loved. Is there anything in Europe that's not American?