We spent our remaining days at Olympos exploring the ruins and mostly just enjoying the glorious weather and beach. I did quite like the way that the ruins had merged with the natural surroundings to form some surreal exotic place.
The highlight of the whole trip though must have been the beautiful sunset we saw on our last day there. We were quite prepared this time, with blankets as we smuggled into the beach area, crawling under the gates once again – such rebels. The gradual changes from dark blue to crimson red reminded me of some Urdu poem I studied back in school although I cannot remember any of the words right now.
We said goodbye to Olympos and got the bus to Tahtalı Dağ (Wooden Mountain), to climb Mount Olympos, the towering mountain seen from Olympos – you really cannot miss it. Whilst it would have been a challenge in itself to climb up there by foot, I doubt any of us two was up for it. I definitely wasn’t. Instead, we took the cable car up to the mountain for the breathtaking view it provided of the Mediterranean. On a good non-foggy day, I bet it’s even more beautiful than whatever we witnessed, not that I was disappointed with what I saw.