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Show Par kites Sold on Greece, Turkey by Shirley Smith As of last report, seven Parkites are still trying to adjust to "real life" in the snow and cold of Park City after 20 days of sun and sea in Greece and Turkey that needed no adjustment whatsoever! what-soever! It all began on August 28, when Rocky and I went to the Athens Airport to meet fellow Parkites Cathy Morris, Mor-ris, Blake Jones, Katherine Janka, Laura Thomas and Jan Mann, Salt Lakers Ren Anderton and Ron Privett, Provo residents Trudy and Erma Reynolds, former Park City resident Demie Milli-ken, Milli-ken, now living in Connecticut, Connecti-cut, and providing the East Coast touch, West Coast representative Susie Williams Will-iams - also recently of Park City and now living in California, and our Mid West delegate, Ed Lee of Cleveland. Cleve-land. Nine women, five men, ages covering a 40 year span, professions ranging " from ex-air traffic controller turned bartender to piano pedagogy teacher, hospital administrator and beauty shnn nwnpr. .. . . .. .-..v-.v ....... wmmmmr - iiiisiii V J - - ' . ' ' J f i ' i ! i ' ' '' Hi f 1 1 T I 1 t ' v " I -ill IV o ' Is i ; 4w r fe';U'r- , vwW"-., , 4-.. sflp:r '""fliiii The harbor at Rhodes. Daphni, the one and one-half bus ride to Cape Sounion, the day trip to Delphi, the shopping and walking and eating and drinking that only Athens can provide. We did it all! Off to Rhodes now and the start of a new adventure, a cruise on a Turkish sailboat. Waiting for us on our arrival in , Rhodes was the magnificent magnifi-cent Kaptan, from the Yesil Marmaris Agency in Marmaris, Turkey, a 21 meter Gullet, made in the same style today as Turkish boats of the last 1,000 years. Graceful and sculptured, the polished wood of the rounded round-ed stern providing outdoor dining and sleeping space and the fore decks and bowsprit the ideal spots for sunning, the Kaptan was the best of all possible sea . going homes. Large enough to sleep our 14 plus the crew of four comfortably, we luxuriated in the constant service. When was the last time someone brought me a cup of tea in bed or chopped ice for my drinks? The days slipped languidly by as we journeyed from one crystaline turquoise cove to the next, sometimes anchoring anchor-ing on shore to explore ruins damaged over countless years by frequent earth quakes, otfier times anchoring anchor-ing out and, never touching land, snorkeling and swimming swimm-ing and windsurfing instead. Days started with a wakeup swim and breakfast of turkish tea (chai), olives, cheese, tomatoes, and what has to be some of the best Please turn to page 6B 1 i We quickly set about proving that variety is indeed the spice of, if not life, at least vacations and fused into a group so congenial that by the end of the 20 days not one temper had flared. The closest call came that first afternoon in Athens after an 11 hour charter flight that departed six hours late and provided knee to chest seating. Good humor was quickly restored, though, once we reached Clare's house - our pension a few blocks from the Olympic Stadium with a terrace looking directly at the Acropolis - and opened a few cold beers. Wound up and ready to go, no one wasted time resting, and we headed out to our "Welcome to Athens" dinner din-ner at "Souvlaki the Best", our friend Constantine's unpretentious little restaurant restaur-ant on a street corner in the Plaka. Plates of tadziki (yougurt with garlic and cucumber) baskets of bread, platters of Greek salad and souvlaki all washed down with Retsina and red Demestica wine; a dessert of juicy karpuzi (watermelon) Greek coffee and brandy and the more stalwart of the group headed up the street for a wild and . crazy night of Greek dancing and more wine. The next two , and a half days saw everyone scattering hither' and yon about Athens and points north and south, the Acropolis, the flea market, the cemetary with the beautiful statues, the museums, the subway to Pireaus, the Wine Festival at . More Grecian Adventure I TT ' i i 1 .... , f I- V;,- Awl ; iMx I I distant. Scattered about the town in local houses with varying degrees of "modern conveniences" conven-iences" and varying number of steDS to. climb from the har )or (ours was about 450), we "wound down" from the heavy activity of the sailboat with hikes to far beaches, trips by small caique around the island, and strolls through the winding streets of the beautiful old town. Here. too. we celebrated Katherine's birthday with Park City balloons, dinner at Georgio's Taxerna and a special cake baked by Maris, his wife. Suddenly, it was over and we were all heading various directions, some to the island of Kos. others to Italy, two of us back to Turkey and still others to New York and those marvelous and all too fast 20 days will take theif place with other great and wonderful wonder-ful memories. Ren Anderton and Katherine Janka celebrating Katherine's birthday. Ccstinued from Page 5B bread in the world and ended with dinners of fresh seafood, sea-food, salads and wine ($1.00 a bottle) turkish desserts, thick strong coffee and brandy. Atifla, why aren't you here to cook for us now? One special night there was a magical time with dinner in a Roman ruin at the water's edge, dim lights flickering, meat crackling over an open fire, turkish music serenading serenad-ing us and wine flowing freely. And, the "wedding!" We mustn't forget the wedding, a surprise to the "bride and. "groom", Cathy Morris and Blake Jones and performed by Tayyar as Captain of the ship. A combination of Moslem and Christian traditions tradi-tions and just plain fooling around, the event was duly recorded for posterity in the ship's log and the "married" couple are still wondering just how real that ceremony was. Perhaps they are now "legal" in Moslem countries? coun-tries? Then the idyllic days of ! leisure and laughing were over and we were in Marmaris, the gem of a' Turkish resort town punctuated punct-uated by the two green topped minarets rising above the warren of shops and houses. Anxious, after seven davs at sea to shop, the passengers of the Kaptan. gave a sharp boost to the local economy as person after person bargained for Turkish carpets, sheepskin coats, brass pots and tea glasses. Bicycle riding, exploring the countryside, fresh peach ice cream, an unexpected middle of the night dip in the harbor (vou'll have to ask around about that one) and it was time to leave. Back once again - after a bone jarring trip through high seas to Rhodes and the next day to Symi, one of the tiniest and most beautiful of the 12 Dodocanese Islands, 25 miles from Rhodes, and almost completely surrounded surround-ed by Turkey three miles |