Day 37 - to Olympus / Cirali

Only six kilometres to do today, but the guidebook says that it will take four and a half hours!  How can that possibly be right?  What are they going to do, have us crawling through barbed wire?

We reach the pass between Adrasan and Olympus in good time.  An enterprising Turk has set up a cafe in a dilapidated shepherd's hut on the summit.  He already has eight customers, day walkers heading in the opposite direction to us.  The thought of an early lunch in Olympus allows us to avoid the temptations of stone cold (i.e. cooled by putting it on a stone) coke.  We fill our water bottles at a well and push on, in the expectation of completing the last four kilometres in under two hours.  But "no", it's not barbed wire that the designers of the Lycian Way have planned for us, it is a forest of fallen trees.  A huge storm has hit this area years earlier, and chopped all of the pine trees off at half their normal height. We spend over an hour clambering over fallen trunks, and make it into Cirali in just a few minutes less than was predicted in the guidebook.   

For reasons unknown the designers of the Lycian Way missed the opportunity to direct the track over this mountain.  Oh well, I suppose that they are constantly updating the way.

After three days walking, and two nights sleeping out, we found ourselves walking along this tourist beach, smelling like we'd just been to Camel Camp; which we had.

Today's tortoise count : 1.  We urgently need to clean up corruption in the tortoise counts.  We've advertised the position of Director of Fair Counts.  So far the only applicant is Sepp Blatter.