Our first visit to
Icmeler was in 2006 and we were very reluctant holidaymakers as the bombs went off in
Marmaris two days after we had booked. We took the holiday mainly because it was cheap and cheerful and we were prepared to "rough it" in what we expected to be slightly better than a third world country.
We had done the whole Costas, Canaries, Algarve, Cancun, Cyprus,
Greece etc package for twenty plus years and it had all become very much the same as you could easily
transfer one resort form one country in to another and hardly notice the difference, apart from language.
As most do, we arrived in Icmeler in darkness and woke the next morning to find ourselves surrounded by pine clad hills, lots of open space and next to no high rise. This alone was an absolute delight and obviously we were up the valley beyond the old village.
We explored the resort down to the beach and found that the modern part of the resort was no different to all the others we had encountered across Europe and thought "here we go again" until we were introduced to the old village and its outstanding hospitality.
Very rarely do you get a chance to get involved in another country's culture when on holiday but Icmeler certainly gives you this in bucketloads. Our only drawback is, as Teuchters, we often find that the agricultural sounds and smells in the old village are inclined to make us temporarily homesick.
How many of the thousands who visit Icmeler every year have even seen the old village? Does the old village really want to be introduced to the swally lager, lager swally brigade? We hope not.
We sincerely hope that nothing has changed.