Bodrum, Nice and Slow

The tyranny of summer is behind us and a blesséd autumn waits impatiently out to sea. The mugging muggy days have given way to bright warmth and cooler, cuddly nights. Having outlived the big heat, we reoccupied the upper floor of the house for the first time in two months. I was glad to become re-acquainted with our superior sprung marital mattress.

Bodrum’s hysterical nightlife has slowed to a thin trickle. The hordes are back in Istanbul and the whores are back in Kiev, replaced by Teutonic types in fishing hats and sandals with socks. The hassle boys along bar street are out in force to squeeze one last pushy sale and itinerant workers are heading home to their winter pastures to marry their cousins. Fink, the exemplar rich bitch bar has gone into hibernation and its huge swaying red chandelier, the most photographed light fitting this side of Versailles, will soon be dismantled and packed away. This is Bodrum at its best. Snap it up while you can.

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17 thoughts on “Bodrum, Nice and Slow

  1. Great photos Jack. I love this time of the year. I’ve been in Bodrum a fair bit this past week as my brother was staying in Gumbet and it’s been so pleasant without the crowds. Gale force winds have arrived tonight here in the village, a sign that winter is just around the corner.

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  2. A lovely post – almost a facial spritzer for those of us worn down by the heat. I have to say that we still have clear sunny days here in southern Spain, although the nights and early mornings are getting a tad nippy. We await the rains, for which this parched land is now desperate.

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