Torba
We are heading we hope for Torba with the
usual mixed bag of locals and tourists animals and implements. One by three
the locals get off and I use the extra elbow room to study the map. Adnan
who is sitting opposite asks if I need help, something he had worked out from
the fact that I was holding the map upside down. His English is so perfect
all we can tell is that he isn't English. The dolmus stops at a country club
and the remaining passengers, all German tourists pile out. Torba announces
the driver with finality, we start to dismount but Adnan gestures us to stop
and discusses something with the driver. Off we set again down a tiny road
which leads to a beach. Adnan tells us that the best spot, one of their favourites
can be reached on foot in a few hundred metres; we accept their local knowledge
with gratitude and reach a pretty beach that is a mixture of pebbles and rocks.
Low trees and bushes come to within a few metres of the sea which is as blue
as the cloudless sky.