Quite a hike down to Selcuk, which over the centuries has been the alter-ego for Ephesus. We didn't get there until mid afternoon, so decided to look at Selcuk itself, then go to the Ephesus ruins on the way back north after Marmaris and Rhodes.

What an eye opener! First the local mosque, only about 700 years old, simple but airy and 'homely' . Then up to St John's Basilica. This is the actual place where John the apostle brought Mary after Jesus was resurrected, and they both lived out their days locally. The remains of the basilica are over John's tomb, which still survives. There is also a castle on the hilltop, but not open to the public at the moment. A wonderful find when we were not planning it.

Then we ran the sales gauntlet, not entirely successfully, down the cobbled street to the 'new' town. The remains of the aqueduct are stitched across the town, very picturesque and relaxing.

Back at Garden Camping, tucked under the edge of the hill, we found that the caretaker is very fond of red wine, but also shared his Turkish delight - fair enough.

Next day down to Marmaris on the south Turkey coast, to go to Rhodes tomorrow. Despaired as the first 2 campsites we had picked out online this morning, while we had free internet, were obviously under concrete, sea front real estate being worth far more than a few motorhome punters .

The first guy we asked, who happened to be on a motorbike beside us in traffic, "Where are the campsites ?" said" Follow me" . We did and are camping in the yard of his business - filters, oil and lube place for cars. He is dual citizen of Turkey and Australia, lived in Melbourne for years, speaks perfect English obviously, used to sell carpets, and gave us tea on arrival!! What luck!
Am not sure what we would have done otherwise, as nearest other camp site is miles out of town, no good to walk into town to explore or catch the ferry.

So a little exploration of the town - the tourist season has kicked in here, hundreds of tourists, all the restaurants touting for business. We found our way up to the local restored castle and museum, then had coffee at the Panorama Bar on top of the hill, overlooking the harbour and enough floating real estate to rival St Tropez.

Then back to our workshop yard with the turkeys and chooks for the night. By bedtime we were boxed in by four concrete trucks and three work vans.