Aperlae. On to Bogazcik and then to Aperlae. No one home at the Purple House. It’s off season so I should have rang in advance but handy dead! Really looking forward to a good dinner and a night in the pension. Freeze dried food and camping instead. Just as I was preparing to leave in the morning, Riza the owner arrived. Stuck around for A good lunch and chat. Franz from Germany who I had hoped to meet up with had been through a few days ago. Riza gave me some tips and contacts for the coming days. He grew up in Finike, further on.