No I’m not suddenly in Greece. Just thought I would say that first. I’m talking about Olympos in Turkey. As it turns out it’s a sleepy kind of place and not really that big. The dolmus (mini bus) that picks people from the main crossroad and brings you into town pauses and calls out the name of the accommodation before heading onto the next one.
That meant I could just sit on the bus until we pulled up right outside my intended accommodation the Saban Treehouse.
Oh and substitute the word treehouse with log hut built up on stilts.
