Early in the morning I woke up and saw the sun shining! Happy to get some nice non-rainy weather, I quickly packed my stuff and set off to reach the village Kapikiri on the shore of the Bafa lake.

Way sooner than expected, I could already see the shimmering blue-brownish lake surface in the distance, giving me additional energy for the tedious descent down the ancient road. When I reached the lake, the only way to continue seemed to be an incredibly muddy dirt road - the recent rainfalls had left their traces, the mud was going up to my knee. Happily, there was a tractor coming trough, leaving deep traces which I could walk in, but quickly closed after I passed. Lucky me, my boots were only muddy up to the ankle.

After some boot-washing in the lake, I walked to the outskirts of the village to find a way to get to the main road on the other side of the lake, where I planned to flag down a Dolmus to take me nearer to the coast.

Unfortunately, there was no Dolmus to be found, but a local guesthouse owner offered to drive me those roundabout 10 kilometers for a reasonable 20 Turkish Lira. Arriving at the main street, I waited with some other people for a Dolmus bringing me to Milas, watching dark clouds gather all around.

Just when I had entered the small bus, it started raining heavily - so heavy that the driver basically had to stop on the street because nobody could see a thing anymore. From Milas, I took another bus to Mugla (also in heavy rain) and from there to the coastal town Akyaka (still raining). I was really happy I didn't continue hiking the inland route, I surely would have drowned.

In Akyaka (where it was dry), I planned to go to a campsite in the forest, but found it closed and took a room in a hotel for a really cheap price. It's still off-season, so rooms were really cheap and I decided to have a day off there, relaxing with music and Sudokus and good food after a warm shower. Life can be good.