Babadag.

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Babadag…
Father of all Mountains

Before Tanya left, we did the last couple of days of her Sail training which included rope work, meteorology, the Beaufort scale, tacking, reefing, lines and warps and some terminology.

All done and also all shopped out and carrying half of Fethiyes Turkish Bazaar, we sadly waved her off at the airport, I think she enjoyed her stay and hopefully loved Turkey enough to return again sometime.

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Wherever you are in the area of Fethiye and Oludeniz, you will always look up and notice the tallest and most rugged mountain. The name of the mountain is Babadag, which in English translates roughly as “Father mountain” and which in ancient times was called Mount Cragus.

The mountain is located 14km south of Fethiye, and neighbors-(More like “Towers over”)- the very touristic town of Oludeniz.

So today, for the very first time, Geoff, mum and myself went for a small outing to the summit of Babadag. Thankfully, we didn’t need to walk as we went in the car up the very narrow, windy road……well, when I say road, the surface of the “road” changes every few minutes, so some times it’s a smooth tiled road, and the the next, it’s a dusty, rocky pass. The “road” however, does go to the very top, where there are many spectacular views overlooking the Gocek gulf, Oludeniz, the Blue lagoon, Butterfly valley, Karakoren, Gemiler Island, Cold Water Bay and the many other mountains of the Torus mountain range.

Incidently, on the way up we stopped the truck at a little slip road probably half way up the mountain, the road opened up to some plains and farmers fields (!!) so we had let the dogs take a short run. As we returned from our walk a helmeted man on quite a serious looking motorbike pulled into the little side lane in a cloud of dust, skidding to an impressive halt. He was shortly followed by another, and another….

Before we knew it there were ten then fifteen of these motor bikers, a bit like a Turkish version of the “Hells Angels” skidding to a halt, almost barring our way. ( for this next bit, please bear in mind that last night mum had made me sit through the ordeal of a really, really, really scary horror movie, which I had watched through closed eyes AND from behind a cushion. ) so, anyway… The first motorcyclist jumped off brandishing a machete, his mate riding pillion stepped off with his sawn off shot gun, they approached us menacingly as one by one the rest dismounted drawing machetes and samurai swords and threateningly advanced………

As I said, last night I watched a horror film!

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED was they all made a huge fuss of Asena and wanted their macho photos taken with her and then cooed and fawned over Vodka like a bunch of girls blouses,

( but don’t tell them I said that!)

After the ” motorcycle Chainsaw Massacre” we continued to the summit where Mum was completely in awe and announced that there was much more then you would ever see from the summit of Ben Nevis, and after climbing Ben Nevis countless times mentioned that she had never even seen the Isles of Skye….. Ever! Lots of sky, and cloud and rain, yes, but not really much else!

The view is indeed breathtaking, in every direction. Babadag itself is renown for being the launch pad for the air adventures which take place above Fethiye, tandem paragliding is offered here and there is a really alarming looking ” launch pad ” which drops off the side of the mountain at an alarming rate…. So much so that mum was virtually holding onto the wall which runs along the top of the launch in order to get to the cafe. I think it’s safe to say that mum has lost her mountain nerve a little since her hey day! ( but don’t say I said that either !)

With that in mind, both Geoff and I agreed that running down the rapidly disappearing slope and launching oneself into the wide blue abyss doesn’t feature high, in fact, doesn’t feature anywhere on either of our agendas… Ever!

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If you were to compare Ben Nevis and Babadag, the highest point of the Babadag is 1,969 metres-(6,460 feet)- and because of it height, it make Mr.Nevis shiver in its shadow because Ben Nevis is a height of 1,345 metre-(4,411 feet) tall. If you were to compare Babadag to Mount Tiede, on the Spanish Canary Island of Tenerife, then Babadag would be quashed by the the impressive height of Teide at 3,718 metre-(12,198 feet). But still, I have been up to the top of Tiede, and the views are nothing compared to the views from the Turkish mountain.

Thankfully, there is a restaurant at the top, so if you get pekish, then there is an excellent menu and they have wonderful food. To be honest though, what makes Babadag much more impressive-(to me)- then Ben Nevis and Mount Tiede, is the fact you can paraglide off it!

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 Asena and Vodka found somewhere to play, Asena looks terrified!

To help people who go to the top of Babadag and want to see the views, I have made a list of the most important things to take up to the summit:
-Something cosy to snuggle up in, as it’s always cold up there, the temperature at the top was 12 degrees
-Warm cloths for the winter and summer.
-A camera to get great photos.
-Binoculars to look down on everything.
-A flask of tea-(or you can go and sit at the cafe and have some.

NOTE-For people who don’t like strong winds, twisty roads, heights or paragliding……
DONT GO!

 

Author: adventurerintrainingblog

I am a 14 year old boy and live and am home schooled by my parents aboard our 45 foot sailing yacht which we sail from Turkey. I have travelled through/ across Europe by road, several times now, and have also driven into the heart of Turkey, visiting Konya, Cappadocia and many other places. You can read about both of these experiences on the blog... However, at the moment you can read about our life aboard our yacht in Turkey during the winter... I hope you can come along for the ride, then sail along with me as I blog my sailing adventures for next year!

4 thoughts on “Babadag.”

  1. Stunning views Casey. Great photos as usual. I wouldn’t mind running and jumping off Babadag (attached to a paragliding chute of course). I have also noticed your twitter link at the side of the blog, and it seems I do have an account on there, after telling you I didn’t. After managing to log on there it seems I used it to get a discount on shipping from the US and enter a competion, then promptly forget about it. Following you now though.

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