jasonfranks

Travelblog continues...

The minibus wound us through the mountains on the road to Kas; on one side scrubby escarpments, on the other side the beautiful southern Turkish coast; sheer cliffs dropping away to deep blue beaches.  We cut through valleys filled with kilometer after kilometer of covered-over crops--mostly tomatoes, I think. The bus stopped whenever some passerby waved to the driver; otherwise there were I think two bus actual bus stops on the way.  It was hot and cramped and we were dog tired, but the view was gorgeous. And then finally we were in Kas.

Kas lies on the Mediterranean at the foot of a mountain that looks like a an, sleeping on his side. It's built around a small harbour and it spreads a ways up the mountain. The marina lies at the lowest point in town, and most of the buildings in its vicinity are restaurants, tourist shops and hotels.