Unfit Diaries - 10

After an uneventful night in Motel Berc we travelled by mini bus to Kas (pronounced cush - as in bus). We stopped halfway for cool drinks where the well-meaning (but not hot) owner sprayed us with some kind of liquid to try and cool us down. (Alternatively it was to try and get 10 pink sweaty people out of his shop). I thought it was water and rubbed it over my face getting quite a bit in my eyes. However, it was the searing pain in my eyeballs make it clear that it was alcohol based and the screaming did nothing to endear us to the natives. By the time I could see properly again, we’d reached the coast and, wow, it really was a sight for sore eyes.

We got to the Nur Beach Hotel in time for lunch and then a dip in the sea. It was freezing. The thought of swimming that far in such cold water made our hearts quake and Kate and I suddenly felt way less sure than we had. However, Shirley, (she who turned fifty and the reason we were there) and her evil sister, Jay, intentionally didn't tell us that there was a glacial spring at that very point to see our reactions and I must say we did them proud.

That night it was intro night where we met our guides - Bruce (an Ozzie, poor thing); Morgan (from England but we forgave him when we saw his six pack) and Zelda (cat hiss). Our group comprised: myself, Shirley, Jay, Sam and Ted (Shirley’s gorgeous sons); Louisa (nickname Dorey ‘cause she just kept on swimming), Gill, Hazel, Cathy, Lesley and Kate. Two other English girls, Lucy and Sarah, completed the group.

We introduced ourselves and once we got past the spelling mistakes the guys told us how to signal for help, water and immediate evacuation. Shirley seemed a little put out that there was no hand signal for gin and tonic but they seemed adamant – something they may have regretted (see below).

The first morning we were put into groups Fast (slow), Faster (medium) and Fastest (quick) and accordingly given our caps. I was in Orange (slow) and was happy of it.

Then it was off to the boat where we were introduced to Mustapha, his wife and awesome cook (Zenab) and their boat helper guy (Mesut). What fantastically friendly people.

The first swim revealed the shortcomings of my swimming costume and highlighted why one shouldn’t go with the first one you find. As I mentioned before, while the body part fitted fine, the bra part was hopelessly inadequate. The result? Poor Bruce and Mesut got several unwanted eyefuls of Molly and Hilda and finally understood the phrase, ‘what has been seen cannot be unseen’ and regretted the no alcohol policy. Mercifully I found a rash vest to tame the two behemoths and everything was contained to everyone’s satisfaction.

Bruce’s other horror was Sam’s ‘flag’ baggies (swimming shorts). Brightly coloured with flags of the world and not in the least streamlined, Bruce was horrified that Sam considered a) wearing them and b) actually swimming in them. But he did and by the end I think Bruce had grown quite fond of them.

When it came to lubing up Morgan did it with more enthusiasm while Bruce had the technique of a man with loads of experience. I am sure Morgan felt something akin to nausea when he was rubbing up the older ducks but there were days when it was the inspiration we needed to get aching, sunburned muscles into the water.

The water was so clear and blue and buoyant and because there are no beaches (okay, I lie – I saw two and they were of the crappy pebble variety) you swim right next to the coastline. So you see fish and turtles and crabs and it’s like a fairytale. On more than on occasion I had to pinch myself that I was actually in the Med. Swimming.  

We’d swim in the morning for a couple of hours, break for absolutely delicious lunches prepared by Zaida in a kitchen the size of the average laptop and then retire to the cushions for a lovely nap/reading time before the afternoon swim.

We had a really wonderful holiday. The company was great, the swimming and food fantastic and I can really recommend it as a fun holiday to do with family and friends. The company we went with was Swimtrek (www.swimtrek.com) and they have swims in many countries (but not enough) and we’ve kinda, tentatively thought of Baha in two years.