ANATOLIA. Two routes
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Attalea? Adalia? An-TA-Li-ya!

Attalea — in 159 BC, the city of Attalea was founded by king Attalus II of Pergamos. Adaliya — the so-called city of the Byzantines, who brought back still standing and the city ramparts. Italia — so christened the crusaders to use the harbour on the way to the middle East. Today, this city is called Antalya, and it was his XIV century Arab traveler Ibn Battuta called “The most brilliant city in the world” to Repeat the words of Ibn Battuta will not — to date, the Turkish resort of Antalya in terms of Shine a lot of competitors around the world, but… I will Not object that in the days of the Arab traveler it could well be true, because the remnants of the former splendor we found in the city today. Bored of languid reclining in the sun and fed up with sea bathing, we were going to overcome the 80 kilometers separating us from the city and arrange a tour of the Old city. Tourists vacationing in the tourist villages in Antalya, have an excellent opportunity to discover this beautiful city. There is always a choice. You can go on a tour with your tour operator (the program of this tour involves a wide sightseeing tour of the city, with a visit to the Duden waterfalls and an indispensable visit to any manufactory) or ask to arrange for you an individual tour only to the Old city. And you can, like us, ride the local suburban bus-dolmus and get to the city on your own. The organized tour is one thing, but the big advantage — you always carry and drive, and you just have to stare at the sides, listening to the tour guide. The “wild” tour also has its plus — you are not tied to any plan of movement and are not limited in time. The main thing — the right to start At our disposal was the whole day. Arriving by bus to the monument to the founder of the Turkish Republic Mustafa Kemal Ataturk on the Republic square (Cumhuriyet Meydani), we first went to the observation deck, which offers a great view of the Harbor, the Old town and the surrounding area. Of course, the first thing that caught my eye — Yivli minaret, for many centuries is a symbol of Antalya. There is no minaret on the territory of Turkey, which could be compared with this 38-meter arrow aimed at the sky. Its design is unique, as if it is cut by bricks into separate layers and consists of eight half-cylinders decorated with brick-tile mosaic. Called “Yivli” means “fluted”. The minaret was built in the XIII century, during the reign of the Seljuk Sultan Ala-ddin Kay qubadh, and dedicated as a symbol of victory to the successful conclusion of the campaign for the conquest of the Mediterranean by the Seljuk Turks in 1226. After a lot of staring and not in a hurry, we settled down in the tea garden right next to the observation deck and sipped Turkish tea, enjoying the beautiful panorama of the Gulf of Antalya, spread at our feet. The thermometer was already creeping up to 30°C, so the body was praying for Siesta and tea libations in the shade of the plane trees. But the inquisitive mind called for new impressions, especially as the view of the streets huddled together in the labyrinths of the red tiled roofs of Kaleici — the Old city — promised not only impressions, but also adventures. Along the coast under sail Before we delve into the intertwining streets, we decided to explore the Harbor. The embankment was completely renovated in 1988, and now, being surrounded by ancient walls built under the Byzantines and renovated by the Ottomans who captured the city in 1391, you can mentally go back to the middle Ages. And moored in the Harbor ships, the main purpose of which is the entertainment of tourists, it reinforces this illusion. These are not too airy, like bellied whales boats are called “Gulet”, and the tradition of their construction in the Turkish Mediterranean has been passed down from generation to generation for centuries. One thing to watch italika how these bots singly ply along the coast, and another to see dozens of them moored side by side in the Antalya harbour. Captains in eager rivalry invite to sweep with a breeze along the city coast or to make day tour along the coast towards Kemer. In General, we could not resist. Having rested in the shadow of a tiny but charming mosque, Iskele, perched on four columns, between which beats the source, right in the center of the horseshoe Harbor, we boarded the ship with the modest name of “Captain Ismail”. An hour’s walk with a stop under the waterfalls of Duden gave us the freshness of the sea breeze, the captain’s cheerful jokes on a mixture of all known languages and a kaleidoscope of wonderful views of the city from the sea. To be lost is not to be lost! And then — the Old town. Climbing up the steps at the opposite end of the Harbor from the Republic square, we caught our breath and plunged into the narrow cobbled streets and… That’s where the anticipated adventures began. We’re lost. No, theoretically we knew that if we went somewhere up and to the left, we would get to the Clock tower, and if we went up and to the right — we would get to Ataturk Boulevard. So it was just fun, like in the movie “Sportloto 82”, walk in circles through the medieval streets and vaguely remember that this place we seem to have passed more than once. The beauty is that here, in the Old quarter, among the old wooden mansions, destroyed mosques and picturesque shops, some of which existed in the days of the Roman Empire, lost track of time. This picturesque quarter surrounding the port has recently been restored and turned into a tourist center with numerous hotels, restaurants, shops and entertainment venues. We looked into the courtyards, each of which contained a whole microcosm, with its own way of life and history. Climbed (not saying it’s right or legal) to the dilapidated house, closed for restoration. It was incredibly interesting to see the contrasts between the refined to the point of sterility mansions, turned into a five-star minipension, and time-worn buildings, which to this day ordinary people live. We went for souvenir shopping, ducking into an Eastern-like luxurious in its abundance of shops, buying any stuff, desperately bargaining or just staring. Iznik ceramics, carpets, silver jewelry and chased dishes — all this fills the cave-shops of local traders, luring inside and not allowing to pass by. Of course, shop touts are sometimes too Intrusive, but this is their job, in addition, among them at times there are quite charismatic characters, which gives the local shopping its flavor. Here, in this Antalya labyrinth of the Minotaur, turning the next corner, you do not know what will happen next — a shopping lane, a nook, sheltered a cozy little restaurant, a luxurious restored mansion in the Ottoman style or just a dead end. If you are hungry or thirsty — do not hesitate to look into the vending restaurant or cafe. The basic rule: in order to avoid surprises and that you are not “heated” with the prices, you need to immediately ask for a menu with prices and follow it clearly when making an order. Pre-sunset blitz tour and ice cream When we walked up, bought, amused the soul with impressions, and the body — a great lamb kebab and a glass of orange fresh, we finally noticed that we wandered — no less — for four hours! The next plan was the exit from the Old town to the Clock tower, the promenade along the Boulevard atatürk, inspection of Hadrian’s Gate and, as the final point of travel, rest and a snack with tea in the Park karaalioglu, before the road back to the native village of Chamyuva. The clock tower of Saat Kulesi was found without difficulty. It, along with the small but proud Tekeli Mehmet Pasha mosque, which was the most important Ottoman mosque of the city in the XVIII century, is a key landmark in the quest ” How to get out of the Old city?”. Any antilies will gladly tell you how to get it. The tower itself was built in the XIX century as part of the fortifications of the Old city. Towering in the square Kalekapisi, the ancient city walls, it is similar to the tower of a medieval knight’s tale. On top, in place of hours, and I want to open a new window to put a Princess with a long braid. Speaking of princesses. In Antalya, as in any modern progressive city, sitting idle languid princesses somehow not observed. On the streets fluttering flocks of laughter-Schoolgirls in checkered mini in a crease a La “Tattoo”. Behind the wheel of a car observed through one of the proud beauty in sunglasses. And armed business cases incessantly lobotomie Mobilcom businesswoman anxiously scurry through the city streets. The emancipation of the East is evident. Ataturk Boulevard impressed tall palm trees growing in a flower bed, which serves as a dividing strip, and planted just a half to two meters from one another. Looks like some sort of giant fence. And all along the Boulevard you persistently haunting polyphonic screams: “Dooo-on-Burma!!!”. Don durma in Turkish — ice cream, and Antalya Boulevard Ataturk — a place where the famous Marash ice cream, originally from the city of Kahramanmarash, sell at every step. I advise you to try — very tasty and extremely pleasant, especially in the summer heat. Hadrian’s gate is not to know it was impossible. Imagine: you are walking along a busy Boulevard, around — modern buildings and suddenly… the stone masonry tower, and behind it — a majestic marble arch with a height of three-storey house, with still preserved traces of the former splendor. In Antalya it is one of the best preserved monuments of antiquity. The arch was erected in 130 ad in honor of the Roman Emperor Hadrian.

Sculptures of the monarch and his family crowned this magnificent building. To date, the base of the gate is about two meters below the modern soil layer, and descended the steps, as if stepping on thousands of years ago. Especially striking are the tracks that cut into the stone slabs under the gate by at least 30 cm, once cut through by millions of wheels of chariots passing under the arch. When we finally reached the final destination of our Antalya wanderings — karaalioglu Park, our forces, to be honest, were already running out. All we had to do was fall flat on the tiers, like in an amphitheater, Park benches and silently look at the panorama of the sun illuminated by the sunset rays of the Antalya Bay. The Park stretches for hundreds of meters on a rocky coast high above the sea, and in the shade of its exotic trees sheltered dozens of tea gardens, restaurants and cafes. This is truly a wonderful place to relax, leisurely walks and contemplation of the amazing views of the city, the shimmering waters of the Bay and the mountains covered with haze. He flew away, but promised to come back We rested, ate a gezlema with white cheese and dill (sintered with you on a huge round brazier cake wrapped in it), drank a glass of Turkish tea and taking a taxi, went to the bus station to catch a bus to his village Chamyuva. The body was buzzing with pleasant fatigue, and before my eyes floated the houses and streets of new Antalya — a modern city, so unlike the Old city, bustling and noisy, surrounded by the waters of the beautiful sea under the turquoise blue Turkish sky. We fell in love with this city — both old and new — and promised ourselves to definitely come here again to get lost again in the Old city, eat ice cream under the tall crowns of palm trees and just stare around, marveling at the current around the daily life of the Turkish resort capital…

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