After a long journey via ferry, bus and another bus, we arrived in Ayvalik on the Turkish coast. We stayed in a very quaint place called Pension Bonjour which was once the French consulate supposedly. It was very idiosiyncratic and lovely, if a little short on mod cons.
On arrival, we did an orientation walk with our guide Tolga and went to Cop Madame. 'Cop' means garbage in Turkish and it is a women's co-op which recycles trash into goods like tea towels, beautifully embroidered, or purses, wine bottle carriers etc. We then crossed by boat to a nearby island, Alibey, for (another)very nice fish dinner. The eight of us (7 plus guide) squeezed into a local dolmus to go home (there's a bridge as well as the boat).
Next day, Peter and I went to the local beach by bus, Saremlaki. We put our feet into the Aegean, but felt it was too cold for a swim. That evening, we were off to Lesvos by ferry. Next morning in Mytilini, the main town, we visited some churches, an abandoned mosque, the castle which has been through many incarnations over the centuries. In the afternoon, we took in part one of the Archaeology Museum which had some splendid mosaic floors in very good condition.
The next day, a few of us went to the old Roman Theatre, then took in the second archaeology museum (mainly old pots, seen one seen 'em all), then went to the concret beach for the cool coming off the water. So far it has been fairly warm both in Turkey and the Greek Islands. We were surprised after sweating a lot that it snows most years in Istanbul.
We came on a late ferry on Thursday to Chios, on a huge new boat, which kind of gave the lie to Greek impoverishment. It was up to the minute with all mod cons, including an a-la-carte restaurant (for the cabin passengers, not us steerage types). We are staying in another quaint hotel in Chios and Peter and I have been lucky enough to score the 'penthouse' which has a bedroom, bathroom and its own terrace looking on to the harbour.
We went on Friday on the local bus to Mesta, a eautiful old stone town where a local treechanger, Vassili, took us one a tour of the fields ending in a mastic grove, where he explained how mastic is nurtured and harvested. We then had an organic picnic (some of the produce was picked on the way), with local wine. It was delicious. I can say I have part harvested a mastic tree.
Back in Chios, we bought some mastic liqueur and soap. In the evening, we walked around the old castle area, then had a quaint dinner at a local eatery. The waiter was a bit like Basil Faulty, Greek style.
Today, Peter and I (the tour mostly alternates one day of organised activities and one free day) took a cab to a hilltop monastery looking down on Chios. It is called new, lord know why, as it was first founded in about the 7th century. It has a magnificent church with gorgeous icons and mosaics.
Tomorrow, we head back to Turkey to Selcuk and Esphesus.