We drove without problem from Marmaris to the first petrol station where the manager came out and gave us free Turkish teas and a map of the area. Think it was Bee’s charm.
On towards Fethiye and we passed what looked at first like a junkyard but turned out to be an awesome collection of old cars (mainly American). We pulled in and asked the owner for a look about, who didn’t speak any English, but was in conversation with a German guy via a Turkish translator. Thankfully the German spoke English, so eventually we made ourselves understood and for 5 Turkish lira he allowed us to roam about, take photos and gave us a couple of Turkish coffees; Starting to love the people in Turkey. Ant fell in love with an ancient beaten up old Chevrolet van and a very long and low American estate car.
Drove on and upwards by about 2000metres crossing over the mountains and down into Antalya. Far too big a city for us to find any campsites without maps or TomTom, so we pressed on along the coast road and eventually (as it was approaching dark), we pulled into a service station hoping to sleep in the truck-stop area, but found it had a camping area behind it with some English mobile homers in it! Time for hot showers – three days since the last one and starting to fester.