Whilst hitching across Turkey we met an elderly Turkish man selling mountain tea in Kaş, an idyllic town on a jagged hill running down to the Turquoise coast of the southwest of the country. We tried to spark up conversation but there existed no common language, and regardless, he seemed far more intent on wafting each different herb under our noses to seduce us into buying all his natural wares.
A little further up the hill, passing an Irish documentary-maker and an elderly woman in traditional Turkish light floral dress with her trail of goats and bell, we reached a more vacant space overlooking the opaque bay which reeked of the sordid elephant graveyard in The Lion King; dead silver roots, stunted stumps of trees and half-formed writhing plants blotting the arid and sun-beaten landscape.
It was an ideal vantage point, however, to scan where we might eventually continue our hike along the Lycian Way.
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