Olympos was hot. Walking outside immediately caused sweat to pour from my body. Sitting in my room was an option, but only a kilometer or so away was the sea.
And, that was a better option.
Arlene and I strolled down the small road to the sea, dodging cars and trying to stay cool.
On the way, one of the shops sold frozen bottles of water, so we grabbed those up quickly.
After paying the entrance fee to the park, we continued our quest to the beach surrounded by Roman ruins.
Finally, there was an opening in the rocks and there, before us, was the vast blue Mediterranean — along with thousands of people, crowded on top of each other, fighting for their piece of the sand and sun.
We found a little spot and dropped our stuff, and then submerged ourselves in the water.
I expected it to feel refreshing, but instead was greeted to bath-water-warm sea.
Not great. But, it’s the sea. I can’t complain.
We swam and relaxed in the water for awhile, while around us was buzzing with life.
Men on little fishing boats dropped anchor in the water, producing beer from coolers. Women walked on the sand, selling grilled corn. Picnics popped up on towels. Couples laid leg-over-leg.
This place was alive.
Even if it was crowded, even if the water was warm, even if the sun beating down on us was nearly unbearable, the energy emitting from the people-covered beach was undeniable.
After a few hours, Arlene and I called it a day, heading back to Kadir’s and the free dinner, followed by drinks and the club.