The trouble with full time travelling, which I was doing for around a year and a half, is that you never get chance to catch up. I found this lurking in my draft pile, along with some other bits and pieces long forgotten, and thought I’d slot them in over the coming weeks when I’m maybe not doing a lot else. I’m glad I saved this with the photos, as I seem to have forgotten to back up a lot of my Turkey photos and they have disappeared with the demise of my last computer. Ah well; I still saw it all with my actual eyes.
I was here in September 2016, so around 8 months ago.
Dalyan was highly recommended; Lonely Planet raved about it and Rough Guide featured it in their Turquoise Coast suggested itinerary.
I might suggest that the writers of both Lonely Planet and Rough Guides haven’t been there for a while. I’m sure (say) five years ago it was a great place to go. Now every bit of it has become chock-a-block with restaurants, hotels and all the other paraphernalia that goes with the tourist industry.
It was quite touristy. After I’d booked I came across a blog (I can’t find it now or I’d credit it here) that suggested ‘go if you must but two days is ample’. I think they had it nearer the mark.
It’s a shame because it is a very attractive place.
Tourist numbers this year are, of course, down in Turkey (for obvious reasons). There are sixty percent fewer foreign tourists in Turkey this year. It wasn’t so noticeable further down the coast where there were more domestic tourists, but up here it soon becomes obvious. Countless restaurants and hotels fight for the business of the few. Many restaurant owners said that they would be closing up early this year: the middle of October rather than the end.
That said, if you can cope with the package holiday brigade, then Dalyan is a nice enough place. There is lots to do.
I spent three days there. I could easily have filled more time but in truth I was finding the full English breakfast set a little too irritating.
Plus my hotel wasn’t so great, and I’d have needed to switch hotels if I’d have wanted to stay longer. The staff were nice, always smiling at me, but I desperately wanted to say ‘maybe you should spend less time smiling and more time fixing things’, like the door that doesn’t lock or the wifi that doesn’t work.