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Fred Olsen’s new ship Borealis is to sail a world voyage from the UK in January 2022.
The itinerary will include transits of the Suez and Panama canals, visits to the US, Singapore, Dubai, Papua New Guinea, New Zealand and three- day stays in Hawaii and Sydney.
Fares start at € 11,000 per person departing from Southampton for 100 nights, and € 11,500 from Liverpool for 104 nights. Bookings made by the end of this month get up to € 660 per person to spend on board. fredolsencruises. com
Marella Dream is being retired from the TUI firm’s fleet as it reshapes for post- Covid voyages.
Sailings on the 34- year- old ship from October 26 are cancelled and passengers can switch to another trip for free or cancel and receive a full refund.
Marella Discovery’s US summer voyages have also been cancelled and she will now sail the Med from Palma, replacing summer 2021 trips originally scheduled for Dream. tui. co. uk/ cruise
( the water never got beyond lukewarm), breakfast was served on the little rooftop terrace with a view of the castle.
Time to explore. We walked the 15 minutes into the centre of Kusadasi which was just starting to embrace tourism with some hotel construction.
Although we’d been to France, Spain, Greece and Toronto, this felt more foreign, with a bazaar and caravanserai ( a place we would get to know all too well – more of that later). And, after all, Kusadasi is in Asia Minor, so we were on a new continent!
We looked at the castle on Pigeon Island, nosed in the bazaar’s shops selling trinkets, knock- off designer goods, rugs and weird soft drinks, and were mildly surprised to see British newspapers on sale, four days old admittedly.
That night we checked out the restaurants and discovered:
a) some nice places with rooftop seating under canopies.
b) delicious meze, kebabs and hummus.
c) we were the cash kings of Kusadasi. Food and drink was ludicrously cheap. Back then there were about 1,200 Turkish lira to the pound when we arrived and 1,400 when we left. An Efes was 30p, a bottle of ( just about) drinkable wine a quid, starters 50p and belly- busting main courses £ 1.50 or so.
We’d come to Turkey for sunshine, history and a bit of adventure so it was time for the history part. Cue a day trip on the bus ( about 20p each way) to Greco- Roman Ephesus, about 12 miles north and one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.
It was ( and still is) an incredible archaeological sight with the remains of the Temple of Artemis, amphitheatre and the showstopping Library of Celsus.
Being British, we were of course fascinated by the brothel ( rude statue!) and the public toilets where ‘ customers’ had no privacy, but did their business over a chat with their neighbour.
Next day we hit Ladies Beach. Now part of the built- up area, then it was a five- minute ‘ dolmus’ shared minibus bus ride from the centre, all of 8p each, or a half- hour walk.
Today the beach has lots of facilities, in 1987 there were a few bars and some horrible toilets. The
We were the cash kings of Kusadasi. Food was ludicrously cheap
2,000- year- old ones at Ephesus were better!
Still, we pretty much had the sands to ourselves. A book, a beer, a snooze and a dip. We wanted nothing more. Except... we did.
And so to Istanbul. Going to Turkey’s biggest city for two nights grew from a random idea over an Efes into reality.
With considerable effort, and lousy German ( I knew no Turkish, the port agent knew no English, it was a sort of middle ground), I booked a ferry ticket over the phone for the 20- hour voyage from Izmir to Istanbul. It was £ 8 for a cabin for two, including food and drink ( yes, more Efes).
To Izmir on the bus ( 50p), where we arrived at a chaotic terminus and looked for a taxi to the port. When a man asked me if I spoke English and, on confirming, asked, “How much for the woman?’’ we decided to walk the two miles to the port immediately.
More fun as the ferry agent could not find our names on the passenger manifest... but thankfully we could.
The overnight trip was memorable, passing Lesbos, the site of ancient Troy and the entrance to the Dardanelles. We stayed on deck till late to see the illuminated memorials marking the Allies’ disastrous First World War landings at Gallipoli.
We also drank too much included Efes.
A fragile dawn arrival at Istanbul was preceded by the ferry weaving past numerous anchored cargo vessels and Soviet warships. Off the ship, we hailed a taxi, pointed to the Grand Bazaar on a map and headed to town.
Finding a hotel that looked acceptable/ affordable by the Bazaar ( no booking. com of course, we just knocked on the door of the Astor), we dropped off our bags and had two fabulous days discovering this extraordinary city’s sights, including the Blue Mosque, Topkapi Palace and the vast, labyrinthine Bazaar itself.
To add to the excitement, over a drink at the hotel bar I had an allergic reaction to some nuts. I felt fine, but my entire body went a fascinating shade of scarlet.
We found a travel agent to book a £ 25 f light back to Izmir ( we laughed in the face of any advance travel planning in 1987) and discovered that Istanbul airport put cameras through X- ray machines, fogging our films so we lost many photos.
Back at the Kenan we realised we’d forgotten to tell the owners we were going to Istanbul. They’d been getting increasingly worried about us and were not far off calling the police. Oops.
Enter TT ( Turkish Turbulence). We headed to Ladies Beach the next day and had a doner kebab for lunch. It was not the freshest, but we were hungry. Very. Bad. Mistake.
The TT issues arose back at the hotel. I am not exaggerating when I say we needed the loo every half hour all night. Over the next few days, toilets would dominate our lives. But while our tummies were traumatised, we were not to be put off continuing the holiday.
Firm action was needed, and the hotel owners pointed us to a cheery chemist, who knew exactly what to give Westerners aff licted by TT.
His array of pills provided a little predictability and stability in a volatile situation.
Our remaining four days were planned around where had nice Western- style toilets ( the caravanserai ones were our pit- stop of choice, they were lovely). We were in no mood to try the traditional squat ones unless our digestive systems suddenly went to DEFCON 1.
Tesekkurler, Turkey. You were epic in the 80s and it was time to go home – but only after the incident during the last drink in our favourite bar, which involved a high comedy mix- up between our paper bag of souvenir Turkish delight and an elderly customer’s paper bag containing a freshly decapitated chicken ( personally I thought the old boy would have got the better deal if the accidental swap had not been spotted).
The adventure did not quite end there, as the ongoing TT issues were diagnosed as salmonella by our Sheffield GP and we had to selfisolate for 14 days.
Exactly 33 years on, with Turkey now on the Covid quarantine list, it sounds oh so familiar...
Our last days were planned around where had nice toilets