The first post I have written that I do not want you to read!

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This post is different to any other I have ever written, not because it’s a self-confession or a plea, but because there is a large part of me that actually doesn’t want anyone to read it. I know this will sound quite contrary, however, let me explain what I mean.

If you had experienced a 6 months like I just have, whereby every 2 weeks saw you at a hospital visit being probed, questioned, poked or measured, so much so that you practically had your own designated parking space and all the coffee shop staff not only now know your first name but also how you take your coffee (black with an extra shot!). Being told therefore, that you have a 3 month break before your next procedure, and that you will then have no chance of getting away after that as you will need the next part of the operation to be scheduled in, it would only be logical to go on a well-deserved “emergency” holiday. As far as I could tell there could be no better time than straight after the madness of Bodypower weekend.

My search began. Much to my delight May doesn’t seem to be an expensive month to travel abroad, much less if you are willing to travel to Turkey. Now, I, like many of you have heard a number of horror stories about Turkey, the horrendous food, lecherous men, dodgy massages and poor hotel quality to say the least. However, since we were working on a tight budget, and I wanted some guarantee of better weather than in the UK, I threw caution to the wind and booked a little hotel in Bodrum.

Now I appreciate that thus far there seems to be very little to suggest that I wouldn’t want you to read this post, but here comes the twist, I believe I have stumbled upon a gem of a retreat, and to be quite honest I am loathed to share with you its pearls as I would then lose it to the masses and may find myself lost in an abundance of tourists booking into my haven.

Selfish! Perhaps, but have you ever been to stay somewhere that you felt had been built just for you? Encompassing just about everything that you could require from a perfect little getaway.

Feel yourselves lucky that I am sharing this secret with you. The Karia Princess hotel in Bodrum is possibly one of my most favourite of places. Every meal catered for every allergy and intolerance that I have, if they had nothing suitable they went to great lengths to ensure they accommodated my every need. Even when this raised several eyebrows whilst I tried to explain that I couldn’t eat lettuce! Despite the confusion the staff were amazingly obliging and polite at every behest. The pool and the gym were clean and well equipped, the hotel even boasted its own spa and wellness centre, which had a gorgeous little vitamin bar, sauna, Hamman, massage centre and spa. The well qualified and equally courteous staff would certainly not have been out of place in any luxury setting in the UK. Tennis courts, outdoor and indoor chess, a pool table and several bar and relax areas, meant that if you didn’t wish to explore beyond the walls, you really had no need to. Even the resident parrots and cats added a level of amusing and unique entertainment on a daily basis.

However, if you wished to leave and explore, the local history and culture would not see you short of ways to fill your time. If you have a shoe fetish, why not have a made to measure pair, fashioned from leather in a traditional method by a local craftsman? I am sure you would not be disappointed by the quality or indeed the price that they ask. Even beyond the walls of the Karia Princess, the local cuisine was nothing short of a taste sensation. I even sampled a kebap, not, I have to say in any kind of league as the late night takeaway versions you may be thinking of.

If, like myself you are drawn in by beautiful fresh produce, spices and herbs, I can assure you that in this wondrous place you would be in your element. The night market offerings of fragrant and aromatic concoctions hang in the warm air, mingling with the faint saltiness of the sea harbour, and the night jasmine that hangs like a cloak over the scene. The street chef’s traditional dishes of ancient origins could almost transport you back in time. With your leather clad feet walking through the narrow cobbled streets, you could almost feel like you are on the set of a period film. No less than when I stood in the amphitheatre on the northern road rein-acting a scene from Gladiator. I am no Russell Crowe but in this place you could be part way there.

In a self-catering capacity the local fare is both affordable and of very great quality. I am not sure how I managed to bring so many varieties of spices and cheese home, but I think it will see me through at least the next couple of weeks.

So my lasting thoughts are fond in nature, in our short visit I believe we felt very welcome and almost quite at home. The quiet nature of the area added to the much required sense of peace and relaxation that we were seeking out. Would I return? Without question. I rarely return to the same place twice in such quick succession, primarily as I feel there is so much for me yet to discover. However, I feel we barely scratched the surface of this wondrous place steeped with stories of ancient battles, love, passion and strength. This nation shall see us return, and I sincerely hope that I can encourage some of you to seek out your own haven, as I clearly do not want you to take over mine! To be honest if I returned next year after Bodypower to find the hotel full of my fave fitfam foodie friends it would possibly be quite the fabulous enhancement to my trip.

This post is different to any other I have ever written, not because it’s a self-confession or a plea, but because there is a large part of me that actually doesn’t want anyone to read it. I know this will sound quite contrary, however, let me explain what I mean.

If you had experienced a 6 months like I just have, whereby every 2 weeks saw you at a hospital visit being probed, questioned, poked or measured, so much so that you practically had your own designated parking space and all the coffee shop staff not only now know your first name but also how you take your coffee (black with an extra shot!). Being told therefore, that you have a 3 month break before your next procedure, and that you will then have no chance of getting away after that as you will need the next part of the operation to be scheduled in, it would only be logical to go on a well-deserved “emergency” holiday. As far as I could tell there could be no better time than straight after the madness of Bodypower weekend.

My search began. Much to my delight May doesn’t seem to be an expensive month to travel abroad, much less if you are willing to travel to Turkey. Now, I, like many of you have heard a number of horror stories about Turkey, the horrendous food, lecherous men, dodgy massages and poor hotel quality to say the least. However, since we were working on a tight budget, and I wanted some guarantee of better weather than in the UK, I threw caution to the wind and booked a little hotel in Bodrum.

Now I appreciate that thus far there seems to be very little to suggest that I wouldn’t want you to read this post, but here comes the twist, I believe I have stumbled upon a gem of a retreat, and to be quite honest I am loathed to share with you its pearls as I would then lose it to the masses and may find myself lost in an abundance of tourists booking into my haven.

Selfish! Perhaps, but have you ever been to stay somewhere that you felt had been built just for you? Encompassing just about everything that you could require from a perfect little getaway.

Feel yourselves lucky that I am sharing this secret with you. The Karia Princess hotel in Bodrum is possibly one of my most favourite of places. Every meal catered for every allergy and intolerance that I have, if they had nothing suitable they went to great lengths to ensure they accommodated my every need. Even when this raised several eyebrows whilst I tried to explain that I couldn’t eat lettuce! Despite the confusion the staff were amazingly obliging and polite at every behest. The pool and the gym were clean and well equipped, the hotel even boasted its own spa and wellness centre, which had a gorgeous little vitamin bar, sauna, Hamman, massage centre and spa. The well qualified and equally courteous staff would certainly not have been out of place in any luxury setting in the UK. Tennis courts, outdoor and indoor chess, a pool table and several bar and relax areas, meant that if you didn’t wish to explore beyond the walls, you really had no need to. Even the resident parrots and cats added a level of amusing and unique entertainment on a daily basis.

However, if you wished to leave and explore, the local history and culture would not see you short of ways to fill your time. If you have a shoe fetish, why not have a made to measure pair, fashioned from leather in a traditional method by a local craftsman? I am sure you would not be disappointed by the quality or indeed the price that they ask. Even beyond the walls of the Karia Princess, the local cuisine was nothing short of a taste sensation. I even sampled a kebap, not, I have to say in any kind of league as the late night takeaway versions you may be thinking of.

If, like myself you are drawn in by beautiful fresh produce, spices and herbs, I can assure you that in this wondrous place you would be in your element. The night market offerings of fragrant and aromatic concoctions hang in the warm air, mingling with the faint saltiness of the sea harbour, and the night jasmine that hangs like a cloak over the scene. The street chef’s traditional dishes of ancient origins could almost transport you back in time. With your leather clad feet walking through the narrow cobbled streets, you could almost feel like you are on the set of a period film. No less than when I stood in the amphitheatre on the northern road rein-acting a scene from Gladiator. I am no Russell Crowe but in this place you could be part way there.

In a self-catering capacity the local fare is both affordable and of very great quality. I am not sure how I managed to bring so many varieties of spices and cheese home, but I think it will see me through at least the next couple of weeks.

So my lasting thoughts are fond in nature, in our short visit I believe we felt very welcome and almost quite at home. The quiet nature of the area added to the much required sense of peace and relaxation that we were seeking out. Would I return? Without question. I rarely return to the same place twice in such quick succession, primarily as I feel there is so much for me yet to discover. However, I feel we barely scratched the surface of this wondrous place steeped with stories of ancient battles, love, passion and strength. This nation shall see us return, and I sincerely hope that I can encourage some of you to seek out your own haven, as I clearly do not want you to take over mine! To be honest if I returned next year after Bodypower to find the hotel full of my fave fitfam foodie friends it would possibly be quite the fabulous enhancement to my trip.