It’s still mighty hot here in Mersin with most days cracking on in the high 30’s (that’s 100℉ for you crazy hold-outs in the good old USA). I’m not going to whine about the heat today (I know it’s surprising even me) but instead I’ll tell you about what to do when it is hot in Mersin – do what the locals do and get the hell outta Dodge.
Yes sir when the heat gets too much for a Mersin-ite they pack their bags and migrate to the Yayla and so, in an effort to be as Turkish as possible and, with the flimsy excuse of a party, a few of us expats decided to reconvene in the little village of Yeniköy for the weekend to enjoy the cooler mountain breeze and a bevvy or three.
Yeniköy is approximately 20 km’s (about 12 miles for you backwater-type countries that still use the archaic Imperial system of weights and measures – sorry I’m pointing my finger again at you Americans) from the city. Leaving the city on the Mersin Gozne Yolu I usually turn off at the Anadolu Ajansı Hatıra Ormanı (National Forest) and take the Mersin Arslankoy Yolu up into the mountains passing Aladağ along the way (pull over and fill your bottle with pure mountain water at the fountains as you pass by). The first time I travelled up into the mountains was a little hairy with my little car unable to take the gradient on the unsealed village roads but with the current road upgrades the drive is more pleasant than terrifying for this little Aussie bird and the views as you pass through the tiny villages and mountain ranges is spectacular.
One of the small lokantlar worth a visit is Yeniköy Restoran Palanin Yeri which is on your right as you go through the village. Here they do the usual mangal, tavuk ve et dishes and it’s not bad bang for your buck (or your lira). The beer is cold, the staff try their very best and with a mix of their English and my Turklish you usually get what you ordered but the real draw for me is that after spending time in the hell that is Mersin in August a visit to this pleasant garden restaurant and it’s cool breeze (usually 10°C difference) makes the drive so very worthwhile.
Leaving Yeniköy there are a smattering of waterfalls to visit, the most famous being Santuras (St Iris) at Çağlarca or you might like to taking in some of the hiking trails nearby. As the trails are used by the local herders you will probably pass a goat or two on your hike as well as, although I have never seen one, the occasional wild pig.
Another 30 minutes past Çağlarca is the village of Arslanköy which is pretty much as far as you can go without a 4WD. At 1,475 m (4,839 ft) above sea level the summer sun is quite strong up here so remember to slip, slop, slap (Aussie reference sorry to the rest of you) and the village itself doesn’t really have a lot to offer but just past the village is a lovely lake which is a very pleasant spot for a picnic (make sure you stock up before you leave as there are only a few small shops in the village for supplies).
A weekend pass to the Yalya is just the thing to remind me just why I love living here in Mersin.
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Sure we were all rightfully shocked and saddened by what has happened to both of these little boys. Social media was again abuzz as photos of Omran dazed and bloodied spread around the world. “How could this happen again?” we all yell from the comfort of our homes. News anchors were crying on the television from the safety of their newsroom. People were tearing up on the radio at the thought of poor Omran and his family. How could this happen again? Again? Seriously? Don’t tell me you didn’t know. This has been ongoing since 2011. Omran and millions of others are being bombed every day. I know real life is distracting and there is a lot of other juicy news stories to cover but please don’t be so shocked by what has happened to Omran. He is just one of millions of people who have been displaced, injured or killed in this awful conflict. Tomorrow there will be another little boy just like Omran but perhaps he won’t be as newsworthy.
Borders are closing to them. Options are limited. There is so much anger and hatred. Today there are tears for Omran but tomorrow there will again be calls to close borders and to “send them back where they came from”. Tell me where the feck are they going to go back to? Omran no longer has a home. Aylan’s family made the decision to leave in the hope of a better life. Aleppo is in ruin, hell most of Syria is under siege. What hope do these people have?
I mean just look at these bad boys. What did you say??? I can’t hear you over the deafening sound of my own awesomeness!
Now we are back in my Türkiye and back in the Village I find that things haven’t changed. At all.
Australia had a general election during my time Down Under and so I did my civic duty and cast my vote. I actually received a fine for not voting in the last election although on checking with the Consulate here in Türkiye I found out there was in fact nowhere to cast your vote unless you did it by post. Have you ever tried to send mail from Türkiye? Has it ever arrived or did it take 6 months? I betcha that if I had done the postal vote in the last election my solitary postal vote would have been crucial in stopping that tosser Abbott getting elected! And did you know that this is like the 50th freaking election since 2010 – not really – but it sure seems like it. I mean Australia change leaders like others change their undies! #FirstWorldProblems
So now that I’m back I will probably be back to whinging about all and sundry and hating this and that again but right now I will just say that I’m glad to be home.
I know you must feel manipulated and bullied by those who want you for their own personal gain. Those that feel that they can control you and own you. I see you being scrutinized and gossiped about by your so-called friends and neighbours who twist their own hateful words to the world until you feel that there is no hope left. And I know there are those that wish you nothing but harm with wave after wave of attacks against your countrymen by an enemy wielding instruments of death. You have been overwhelmed by the hatred when you yourself have been so generous and opened your heart and your arms to welcome so many less fortunate. It must be hard to hold your head up high with so many wishing you harm.
Up until today I have been relatively laid back when it comes to The Onion. I have spent the last 3 years (hell that’s not true it’s been the last 15 years) as 
I can damn well assure you that if I had waited for 9 hours to take a wiz the first thing I would want to do once that opportunity was available to me is, well, take that wiz. Not chase a cat. Not tease the neighbour’s Rottweiler which I am pretty sure goes a little like this: “you’re on a chain and I’m not. Nanananana”. Not minutely examine a random bone that has appeared as if by miracle in your eye sight and certainly not attempt to terminate a passing chicken (I will admit I am responsible for his assassin programming to take out any chicken). I would wiz! Or poop! Or damn it I would do both!!
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