Double Barrel is presently in post-marathon form, and I seem to be getting into a bit better shape. So, we ran up the hills of Bodrum yesterday, managing to leave the road and find and lose a trail through sage brush to the top of a remote point, sandwiched between the beach resorts. From there, we had a nice view of the Greek (Ionian) island of Rhodes and the blue waters of the Aegean.

Ever the Classicist, Double B informs me that Bodrum is the home of Herodotus, the father of history. I'm hoping it is a city with a profitable future, threfore I attended a business meeting, then we traveled overland to Kuşadası, over the fine Anatolian hills and verdant valleys.

I had come here many years ago, when I was much younger.