Hike the paths of Datça and breathe invigorating
“What does a hiking enthusiast dream of doing?”
I once asked a hiker friend of mine. “Wading
in the Aegean’s blue-bead blue in the morning,
and plunging into the Mediterranean foam at dusk,”
he said. “How can that be?” I asked,
astonished. “If you go to Datça you’ll
understand!” he replied with a sly smile.
So I went to Datça, and I understood! I understood
better as I was carrying my backpack along the paths
of Resadiye Peninsula, which juts out into a flood
of light. Even better when I met the sea’s
blue eye to eye. “The trees of the Taurus
never grow tall, that the Mediterranean may come
into view without delay!” declares poet Sunay
Akin. Even so, with the Aegean under one arm and
the Mediterranean under the other, Datça
was for me a maze of paths. Paths in every direction.
To Palamutbükü and Murdala Bay, to Çati
and Domuzbükü, to Gebekum and Gereme,
to Kargi, Gökliman, and Hayitbükü,
to everywhere, and everywhere they end at two seas.
All paths in Datça end in rock cliffs and