At last, The Internet, as our time here comes to a close. Well then, there was certainly no internet in the hotel we stayed at in Saklikent, Turkey, so apologies for not keeping the blog updated but it was impossible. In fact, I don’t think they even had internet in the whole town it was that kind of place, which means it was a sick place.
At a mere 60K or so from the Mediterranean coastal town of Antalya, you’d think it would only take 40 mins or so to get up to the resort from the airport, but you’d be wrong. And not figuring in the car sickness from the pot-holed switchbacks of death. But, with slight nausea and a little relief to get off the road we rolled up to Saklikent a few days back and it was pretty much the complete opposite of what we’d experienced in Kartalkaya: 2 lifts, no other people, normal priced beer and food and more rustic accommodation. To say it’s more my kind of style than the pimped out luxury of the first resort would be an understatement.
As everyone told us, you can ski in the day and swim in the Med by night in Saklikent, and while we couldn’t actually see the sea from the resort you could feel it was close. The mountains begin jutting out of the landscape from almost as soon as you leave the beach and the undulating, peaked aridness made for some incredible backdrops, especially at twighlight.
We were pretty productive in our time in Saklikent: got a bombdrop, a rail, a kicker, a cliff and a couple of other bits and bobs in the can and every day we were on the hill till dark, which was nothing short of an incredible experience. As the sun ducked behind the hill and dusk took hold, the sky would turn this phenomenal purple/turquoise/blue as the moon rose. Epic. Matt and I even managed a sneaky 2 runs sans backpacks last night at sunset in the crusty pow of the front face, which made my 10 days here in Turkey complete.
So, with the shredding wrapped up we decided to make a beeline for a last, semi-emotional night in Antalya and I’m now typing this from the gargantuan bed in the Sheriton Hotel with a mild hangover. I can see the Med from my bed. Wow. For anyone wanting a different experience from a shredding odyssey I can only say good things about Turkey. Sure, it’s more expensive than I’d imagined and the mountains are not as steep as their European counterparts, but the whole cultural experience is so different to, say, 10 days in Arlberg that it has honestly been one of the funnest trips I’ve done in a long while. The conditions have ranged from epic snow and blizzards to merciless sunshine, the girls have all been a pleasure to hang with for the duration, and even Matt and Gendle didn’t smell too bad. Hehe.
Thanks so much to Stine and Josie for pulling this off, (det sa brode ar! – spelling, Buaas), to the Roxy girls for getting wicked, Gendle and Matt for capturing the moment, Turkey from being killer, and you for reading. There is no ‘I’ in Roxy, but I am backing this team fo sho: a bunch of super cool girls who rip on snowboards each with pretty different personalities but ones that complement each other perfectly. Can’t say fairer than that really. Thanks for the memories.