Exploring the Old Town of Marmaris (Turkey)

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The Weather Obsession Continues

When we wake up, it’s dry. Windy, but dry! That may sound like good news, however, it is terribly frustrating when spending the night in a hotel instead of on the trail based on a weather forecast that predicts continuous rain showers.

Why aren’t we on the 800-km-long Carian Trail?!

I am beating myself up because of the weather. Again. Just like yesterday.

Stay put, or go? Stay put, or go?

Rays of sunshine hit the pavement.

Stay, or go?

Coen, with a much less restless nature than I, has long surrendered to the circumstances. He wants to stay another two days here, in Marmaris. That’s too much to cope with for me. I’m betting on one day max.

We drink our coffee in the food court of the now all-too-familiar shopping mall. Thanks to the long day here yesterday and reasonable Internet, I know ‘everything’ about Marmaris, including its detailed history. The castle on the far end of the bay, 2,5 kms from here, played a central part in some of that history. It stays dry and so we go for a walk to check it out.

The shore shows the havoc wrought by the storms. The beach is littered with debris, chairs and parasols that have been flying around. Beach-lined restaurants have damaged fences, terraces, a partly collapsed roof and even a section of a glass restaurant front is missing entirely. Some of the establishments are open; most are closed for the winter.

The wind is strong, pleasantly pushing us forward along the waterfront as well as a kitesurfer who’s speeding across the white-topped waves that are crashing on the shore.

The castle is hemmed in by narrow, winding alleys with small houses, cafes, shops and restaurants. Now empty of people but still home to tons of cats that are clearly well fed by locals, the neighborhood is nice to roam around for a bit but I can imagine in spring and summer with all the flowers blooming, it’s super scenic – if you can look beyond the crowds this place attracts during high season, that is.

In the past, the town and region were an important settlement of trade, conveniently located on trade routes connecting Egypt, Rhodes, and Anatolia.

The Ionians were the first to build a castle here (around 1044 BC) and Suleiman the Great had it rebuilt to be used as a base to conquer the island of Rhodes. It was largely damaged by the French in World War I. In 1990 the castle was renovated and turned into the beautiful and interesting museum it is today.

I was surprised to learn (through the Internet, not this museum) how many civilisations had conquered and been conquered here:

  • The Carians, around 3000 BC. Marmaris was called Physhos. I read in one place that Carians means Land of Car (the name of a leader), in another Land of Snow (which doesn’t sound like a plausible translation considering the landscape). The Carians used the natural harbor as a military base.
  • The Egyptians
  • The Scythians, who built 9 towns in the region.
  • The Asurs
  • The Troians
  • Greek tribes: Aolians, Ionians, and Dorians (11-10th cent. BC). The latter built the famous towns of Knidos and Halicarnassos (the latter home to Herodotus)
  • The Persians
  • The Macedonians, under Alexander the Great (4th cent. BC)
  • King of Peramon, Attalos I (Hellenistic kingdom)
  • The Romans, who in 133 gave independence and freedom to Caria as well as Lykia, but Marmaris town belonged to Rome. Later they returned, destroying Milas.
  • Byzantium Empire (95 BC)
  • Arabic assaults (7th century)
  • Seljuks (12-13th cent)
  • Mentese, an Anatolian colony (around 1300)
  • The Ottomans (1424) who in 1525 rebuilt the castle under Suleiman the Great to recapture Rhodes. They also built a caravansarai and an aquaduct, among other things. The changed the name of the city into Mimaras, and later Marmaris.
  • With the fall of the Ottoman empire, Marmaris became part of Turkey and is now a district of the city of Mugla.

From the castle walls we have fantastic views of the bay, the pine forested hills, the harbor with incredibly luxurious yachts, the old town and the new town.

While we are still occasionally warmed by a ray of sunshine, my obsession with the weather continues as does the battle inside my head: to stay or not to stay…My eyes frequently turn to the west: the mountains we want to be hiking in. Thunderous clouds are forming above them. Maybe it’s better we are staying here after all.

As we return our walk along the waterfront the wind increases, water splashing across the sidewalk with force. There is a relay box right along the waterfront behind a statue of Turkey’s founder Ataturk, its door open and somebody has plugged in a cable. That in combination with the splashing sea water doesn’t work well and we have a mini firework spectacle as the inside crackles and burns away in bright orange flames.

The kitesurfer is joined by a windsurfer. The wind is joined by the first specs of rain. The gathering clouds above ‘our’ trail have now turned into the darkest of colors and are joined by the first rumbling of thunder and spectacular flashes of lighting.

At last I’m at peace: we definitely don’t want to be hiking in those mountains now.

We return, once more, to the only sensible option in such circumstances: the food court,  buying Turkish delights (sweets) along the way to go with yet another Americano.

Coen predicts we’ll be here tomorrow as well. I continue to be in denial. Tomorrow the weather will be perfect for hiking!

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