There was nothing going on at all in Calis in February 2003 - I was dropped off at a house in Denliz sitesi (others I know were too - Coronation Street as we knew it in English) in freezing temperatures with an aircon unit I simply couldn't make do warm - even at 30c setting it blew out cold air into the cold air. The agent said he would pick me up at 10 and I was up at 7 - and he didn't actually turn up till 12.
The next day was pretty much the same, but I figured he had my mobile number and could call me, so I headed out. The sun was lovely and warm, especially for February, but once you walked into shade it was like entering a freezer. I walked from Coronation Street (not far from Nevada Su hotel) to the prom and walked from there to the bridge turn - and didn't see a single person. I saw leaves chasing round in circles where I imagined tables and chairs would be outside restaurants in summer. It was dull as dull can be - yet I stood on the prom and looked out to sea and thought that this was one of the greatest views I had ever seen. Behind me a patchwork of houses and scrubby land with cows tethered - separated by stony tracks (in posh areas) or just dirt tracks - but the prom and the bay just seemed like the sort of place people should be told about.
In February 2003 you could walk from the bridge to Gunlukbasi and not see a single car go past
