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Marmaris is a small tourist town with a cruise ship terminal. It’s full of gaudy shops, expensive food, and half naked tourists. There is a pretty cool little Ottoman fort and a few streets of old town to have a quick look at before catching a ferry to Rhodes or taking a day trip out of town to something more exciting.
We decided to attempt to get the 9am ferry from Marmaris to Rhodes. This meant a 7am dolmus from Dalyan, which of course drove painfully slowly as the time ticked away for our departing boat. We pulled into the Ortaca bus depot before 7:30am still feeling optimistic. Timothy was out of the van and had located the stop for our next dolmus before the dust had even settled; however, there was no dolmus to Marmaris in its stop. Without any information available, we waited nervously for the next dolmus. It arrived, and we hastily boarded, only to remain at the station for nearly another half an hour. When it finally left, it was another painfully slow dolmus, which meant that we arrived 15 minutes too late for the ferry. We also had no indication of how to get there, so we trekked in what we thought was its general direction (Timothy’s favourite game) in the hope that it was running late as well. Definitely spend a few minutes searching for the bus. It’s not far, but the worst walks are when you don’t know the distance or exact location, and you are carrying all your belongings.
Since we arrived late for the ferry (it was actually still in port but was about to leave, which was very frustrating), we bought our tickets for the next ferry at 5pm. The kind ticket girl took us around to the staff room to let us store our bags. For a one hour journey, the tickets were stupidly expensive at €43.
It’s a short walk from the ferry port, through the marina district, to the bazaar and the castle of Marmaris. It’s a cruise ship terminal so the whole area is very touristy and everything caters to cashed up holiday makers. There were so many English people wearing beach gear... while not actually on the beach.
The castle is more of a small fort, and there is not much in the museum areas or much to see at all, the ramparts with the water views are pretty much it. The old town immediately surrounding the castle is also worth checking out with some cool building and old timey narrow alleys.
The bazaar is much like the Istanbul bazaar in that it is just a collection of shops in a different format to what you are used to. We travelled into the backstreets of the marina, away from the tourist prices and advertisements for standard English fare, to find a really good durum döner before having a chilled out afternoon in the park, reading on the grass. But don’t lie down! Lounging is ok, but if you lie down, the long arm of the law flexes its Marmaris muscle. Some types of sitting are also planned on being outlawed, and kneeling has just got to go!
We headed back to port early to use the free wifi for the last hour before boarding the ferry full of enthusiasm for Greece.
