There is a National Park about a half hour from our house. Same sea, but for some reason the water feels colder there. And with 100 degree heat, colder is better. There are a few beaches along the way - the first and most popular one is sandy and populated by gypsies, according to Tolga. The second spot is a pebble beach that is beautiful to look at and awkward to walk on. There are scraggly trees, deadwood, picnic tables and wood chaise lounge scattered along the beach in various positions trying to get the most of any shade.
We filled our thermoses with tea, bought simit, and packed breakfast things: tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, olives, cheeses. Anne was up at 1:30 am, confused about the time and busy wrapping glass tea cups and glass plates for our picnic. It was ridiculous to carry when we had paper, and plastic wear - but it felt very fancy.
There is more vegetation on this part of the sea - and we snorkel a lot and could see so many fish - big "tasty" ones too. Our cousin Gokalp abi was visiting, and an enthusiastic fisherman. We typically fished with a simple wheel, line, hook, and weight that was dropped over the side the boat and felt with your hand for the sensitive pulls at the bait - then snag! We'd pull up sharply, trying to hook the fish. Tolga now has a couple of fishing rods that I'm not sure we've used yet, and by the looks of Gokalp abi, it hadn't been used before. The weight was heavy, the line had three hooks, and neither could cast very far. I'm not a fisherman either, but it didn't look right they way they were doing it. But it, didn't matter, my cousin is about 65 years old and squealed with delight at the first snag that struggled and shined on his line.
Teoman and Tomris where debating whether to keep it or let it go - both agreed we couldn't eat it. Tuana did a lot of pointing and duh! noisemaking.
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