We chose a camp site that was conveniently situated on the promenade opposite the marina at Kusadasi (sounds like Koosha dasser), a busy tourist destination. In the pre Covid world, cruise ships would dock there and passengers would take tours of the nearby archaeological site of Ephesus. The town had a fishing harbour, beaches and restaurants as well fancy shops selling designer clothes.
It was Friday afternoon when we arrived and the town was rammed with shoppers and vehicles. As luck would have it, road works on the promenade meant that direct access to the camp site was not available – thus making our faithful satnav extremely unhelpful. We spent thirty minutes driving twice round the one-way town, our satnav suggesting we do a u-turn on ever narrowing streets. Ten out of ten to Tony for keeping his cool; we were both relieved when we eventually arrived at the camp site. We learnt that, due to Covid, the whole town was to close for the next two days, Saturday and Sunday.
It felt much warmer in Kusadasi (13° min: 20° max) and the sun was shining. The next morning we set off for a walk along the promenade and found the town to be almost deserted except for the occasional runner or dog walker. Corner shops were open but groups of police stood at the major road junctions. They had to remind us to put on our masks, otherwise we were allowed on our way. We walked along the promenade to the port area. We found an almost deserted fish market where we were able to buy a fresh sea bass and some raw prawns. We hurried back to the camp site to light the barbecue.