Although a little dubious at first, the more and more stressed out and tired I became the more attractive a prospect Marmaris became. The idea of sun, sea and stunning white beaches was certainly getting me through the grey and gloomy weeks in London.
After all, Thomson Travel voted Marmaris the third best holiday resort in the world for British holiday makers (in case you’re interested, Benidorm was number one).
http://marmaris.org/marmaris_blog/Default.aspx
OK – a bit of back story here: I’m usually a “sight-seeing” traveller. I go to places to explore and understand a different way of life to that of my own. I enjoy doing things I wouldn’t do at home. So the idea of a beach holiday would never have occurred to me until my housemate suggested it.
As soon as we landed and checked into our hotel, I realised that this would be as much of a culture shock as any other far flung place I've been to. I’d never seen so many lager louts, never been perved on so much in my entire life, and never started a pool party before!
I know I sound like a snob – but not only did I grow up in a ghetto in Birmingham, but I've also been to university so you’d think I’d be used to seeing people pissed off their faces, tinny in one hand and fag in the other. But believe it or not, I’ve never ever felt so out of my depth.
Our activities included sitting by the pool, swimming in the pool, getting a massage from very cute Turkish men, sitting by the beach, swimming in (or in my case bouncing in) the sea.
Not to worry, though, we didn't just sit by the hotel pool sipping our martinis - we explored Marmaris itself: Bar Street contained more bars than I’ve ever seen, even compared to the West End! And the drinks were about the same price as London! All the bar staff encouraged dancing on the bars! For the shoppers out there, there are hundreds upon hundreds of shops selling, towels (for the all important sun worshiping), sheesha pipes and the usual tacky nik-naks you get in every major toursist destination!
Towards the end of the week, we thought it was time to do something a little more strenuous! We took a boat out to Dalaman and Turtle beach where we did some more lying around in the sun, had a mud bath and sat around in a sulphur pool!
http://www.troysan.com/dalyan-caunos-turtle-beach
There's nothing particularly Turkish about Marmaris (the signs were in English and every Turkish person we met (mostly men) spoke perfect English!) If you want a holiday where each day all you have to think about is "pool or beach" and "martini or gin and tonic" then Marmaris is for you!
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