Extreme rain and a boat trip to a small, uninhabited island may not seem as the best combination. At least that was our thought as Martin and Garba forced us to leave the warm bus and go to a small dock, where a rocking boat was expecting us. None of us felt any need to enter.
Many of us chose to brave the rain and stay outside on the deck. An elderly man forced Signe and I to accept his umbrella even though he only was wearing a blazer and we both wore jackets. Typical turkish gentleman behaviour.
Not even the rain could hide the beauty of the Aktamar Island. A tiny shop and an old Armenian church were the only buildings. Besides that it was all nature. Sami was able to talk about every detail of the church and while he was talking, the rain stopped.
After a cup of classic cay, our group decided to climb the mountain. We felt as if every döner we had eaten the past days were burnt away from our bodies. The view from the top was worth the struggle. I took an endless amount of pictures during the short while we stayed, and I wasn't the only one.
Samba, Ida and I chose to take it slow on the way down in order to avoid falling. This plan succeeded until we reached the road again. Here Ida chose to take a dramatic roll down a small step. It looked impressive but caused no damaged.
As we entered the boat again, darkness had fell upon us, creating a melancholy atmosphere. All of us felt a bit sentimental as we sailed away from Aktamar, watching the lights of the villages on the shore of the great Van lake. I doubt no one left the island without the feeling of having experienced something truly beautiful.
- Maja
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