Ok. It's catch up time again - been busy easing myself into the serious business of relaxing, and having fun, while simultaneously propping up the profits of several Turkish businesses, not least of them being Efes Ltd!
So, Here's what I/we got up to on Thursday.
Up at the crack of 10.30am, and after a sturdy and hearty breakfast, which today consists of 1 fresh orange juice, 2 large coffees and 3 Silk cut, I do a spot of reading by the pool til midday. Now, I'm either a mad dog or an Englishman, some would say both, so it's off for a stroll. First job is to locate Cafe Rose. Never been before, and I've heard a lot of good reports, so I wander off aimlessly in what I think is the right direction. Bump into JT, he gives me precise details of how to get there. Off he goes and I continue with my mission. Except..... Just as soon as John and I part company, I completely forget what he told me so I'm lost. As lost as Beckham looking for a game at the Olympics. I blame the heat. Eventually, after asking two or three locals, and a couple of goats, I find myself in Rose's place enjoying an ice cold Efes in her garden. Thanks Mr Goat. I book a table for the next night, thank Rose, and head off into town. Review of our meal to follow.
Quick trip to the
ICR office to firm up our booking on their boat trip next week, where im looking forward to meeting some other forum members, and to enjoy their air conditioning cos today's a real scorcher. All booked, and it's off for a bite to eat at Prince. Turkish toastie, chips, salad and a beer for 12 tl. Friendly, funny and attentive staff too. Take some photos of the newly designed square (great improvements there) including a sign which reads 'food should have some love in it' Someone should tell Dreamboys/Bamboo! My beards growing at the same rate as my overdraft, ie fast, so another Turkish shave is on the cards. Call into Trendy Hair in the square, and another fantastic shave. 9tl including cologne - pricey but nice all the same. I'm told that I have Turkish stubble! I've no idea what that even means, but still, I stride off safe in the knowledge that, while most of me is from Liverpool, my chin is from Istanbul!!
Pop into Tansas to pick up a few bits and pieces. Prices all about the same as last year, and it's back to Club Sun Village for a lengthy dip in the pool. Great staff here, Ibo, Sam and the boys are exactly what you'd expect, friendly, helpful, and great with the kids. There's 26 Norwegians here. They've colonised a whole area poolside, which from here on in we'll refer to as Little Norway. They seem to love nothing more on holiday than relaxing by waking everyone up in the middle of the night! Hmm. At one point, theyre made to apologise to one family for the disturbance. Not good, but dealt with brilliantly by the staff.
Off to Wayside for dinner, where, amazingly, they have a free table. I don't have a bad word to say about this place. We always go there at least once when we're here, and they never fail to impress. The food, the service, and the atmosphere all brilliant. We head back to base after this as Mrs ScouseFitz isnt feeling too good from the heat. I go for a walk, and at last, in a blinding revelation, I realise the point of the giant water bottle Xmas tree at Three Bells. It lights up at night! And here's me thinking it was just a pile of old bottles. Ok, I get it now. I have seen the light. Literally.
After a brief dance with Mr J Daniels, it's off to bed.
Friday.
God, now THIS is hot!! The ladies decamp poolside, and I struggle to get further than the fan in our room until 3 ish. It's a hangover I'm told. I'm just tired, I reply. Gentlemen, only WE know the truth!!
Spend a couple of hours, and a couple of Efes, round the pool then it's off to Cafe Rose. We've booked the Traditional Turkish Set Menu for the four of us. 30tl each.
Well, where to start? Cafe Rose is basically Rose's back garden. Rose does the cooking, the washing up, and most of the serving. What a lady. She makes us feel welcome from the moment we arrive. Our table is laid and Rose is ready to impress. It's completely shaded by fruit trees, limes, figs, bananas, and oranges the size of, well, really big oranges. It's warm, but in the daytime, it's a great place to escape the heat, the hustle and indeed, the bustle. And at no point should you expect to be joined by Wacko Jacko, Tina Turner or The Backstreet Boys. No pool table, no Sky TV, no banging music, and not a robot anywhere to be seen for love nor money.
Rose starts by telling us that our 11yr old will NOT be paying, as she can share ours. Lovely, thanks Rose.
The starters arrive. Starters? Enough to feed a very hungry army, beautiful looking (the starters, that is, not the army), and cooked to perfection in Rose's home kitchen. Five large plates of Stuffed vine leaves, cheese rolls, courgette in a garlic yoghurt sauce, fried red peppers with garlic, stuffed green peppers, and a fantastic warm bean salad. Plus a basket or three of bread. All home cooked by Rose, and all FANTASTIC! When it comes to food, it takes a lot to impress our girls usually, but they LOVE it, and dig in with a passion they usually reserve for McDonalds. Me and the good lady love it too. We all fill up on these culinary delights, and at this point, we could easily have paid our bill, thanked Rose, and headed on our way. But Oh no, Rose hasn't finished with us yet!! Next up is a chicken casserole, cooked with garlic, wine, tomatoes, and herbs, served with perfectly cooked rice. Somehow, we find the space to devour this too. Then comes fruit. Watermelon and peaches. It was just brilliant, and I'd recommend it too everyone and anyone who's prepared to listen to me bang on about it, and believe me, bang on about it I will!! Our only problem, was that the four of us are gonna have some difficulty actually standing up to walk home. So we don't bother! We sit and just enjoy the atmosphere and spend some time reminding each other how fantastic it was. Special mention goes to Rose's one member of staff, her 13 year old Grandson, Attajan. A lovely lad who obviously loves helping his Nan out, he's great. We pay the bill, and Rose thanks and hugs and kisses us all on our way out. A special place, a special lady, and very special food. Armed to the teeth with Cafe Rose flyers, we head back to CSV to watch the queen jump out of a helicopter. A great night. You'll need to book, Rose only does the Traditional stuff Wednesdays and Fridays. Time for a kip.