Quoting MissMonteCarlo:

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin. Well I have to say I did not travel well this time. I think I had a tummy bug two days prior and when I was on the flight I went all clammy and spewed. Felt a bit like a child as everyone on the plane watched me as I returned to my seat. Then the bus journey was like an hour and 15 mins on bumpy roads. Was so relieved to collapse into the hotel bed. We didn’t arrive till 1.30am.

We stayed at the Royal Gardens in Marmaris. A nice hotel. I was actually quite surprised. The food was fine too which was good as we were all inclusive. I was scrutinising trip advisor before booking a hotel as there were so many complaints about other hotels of the food being dire. The staff were lovely and friendly too. We gained 3 admirers. Our waiters. I was labelled as Paris. The only similarity being the blonde hair. Lol They actually asked us out on a date on the Friday before we left but we had booked a show and the next day we were up early for Rhodes. Probably for the best anyway as they wanted to meet us in Bar Street and basically the drinks there were at least £8. So I doubt the waiters had any intention of funding that drinking session.

I can’t honestly say Marmaris is a pretty place. Yes the mountains and the water is pretty but the beach is just gravel and inch to inch with sun beds. The town looks rather tacky and it’s full of the worst young Brits. Lol (Not me of course). However, once you get over that it is quite a laugh actually. Being blonde was just like walking into the lions den in terms of attention and hassle. Some areas were not too bad and it was really a bit of a laugh. Other areas like the bizarre was just awful. Some parts of that have cameras now so they can’t grab you off the streets anymore. I’ve never seen soo many fake bags, sunglasses, watches and jewellery in all my life. The shop names were quite funny too around Marmaris as they basically copy shop brands back home. “Asda Shop, T K Max, Primark, New Look.” All the top shops (not). There was this pub called Gingers and it had a picture of a ginger head person. Then there was Sarah’s restaurant and Bar.

On our first night we went to a drag show. I’ve never really had a desire to go to something like that but it was highly recommended. One of the artists was from the lady boys of Bangkok. So glad I went to see that show. It was sooo funny. They were basically dressing up and dancing as famous singers and they were amazing. They did Amy Winehouse, Diana Ross, Susan Boyle, Prince, Dolly Parton etc. Dolly was hilarious they had these massive boobs under costume and they had a mind of their own as the song nine till five was being played. The food was disgusting though. So went hungry that night.

The weather in Marmaris was roasting. It was like 40- 48 degrees Celsius during the day and 30-35 degrees at night. Thanks god for air con, shade, hats and gallons of ice cool drinks and my own personal fan. I was a shade worshipper whereas the rest of the people were burning their skin to get a tan. I chose the healthier option. I went to get fake baked before I went. That’s the self tan lotion and I brought my daily top up tan. So I could still look sun kissed without the pain of being scorched.

We went on a Turkish Night. We were with a group and we had a Turkish Meal in this outside garden area. It was beautiful with the stage area in the centre. We ate dinner and drank wine in candle light and watched the show. A couple at our table had hired one of those smoking lamp things. I forget what it’s called. Basically you smoke this thing and it tastes of apple. So that was my first smoking experience. The show was fantastic. There were a variety of different acts and Turkish dances. There were intervals where they wanted the audience to dance. If you refused, the guys picked you up out of your seat and carried you to the dance floor. It made the situation feel a little tense at times. There was this right sleazy guy who was the lead entertainer. Basically there was a belly dancing competition and he wanted me in it. I refused but he was just not letting it go. The costume was like proper a jingly bra and skirt. I would be up against a Brazilian girl, a girl from Holland and one from England. There was like 500 at least in the audience. So I stayed stubborn and was like. Noooooo. I think he was a right perve and just wanted to see me in that. Then he started on Nicola who also point blank refused. So glad with my decision as it was not like a laugh the competition was serious. The girl from Brazil was amazing, just like a professional. The girl from Holland was pretty good too. The girl from England fairly good. We all routed for the British girl of course. Then at the end of that show the creep asked Nicola- do you want to go partying tonight? Honestly he was the worst. There was a picture taken when he had sprawled on me and grabbed my hand to touch his hairy chest which like a carpet. He was like something out of the YMCA. Gross.


The Beach Front was where all the action happened at night. On one side there were children about 6-8 shouting “hello gorgeous” wanting you to step on scales for money. I never really understood why they thought people would want to be weighed on a night out. On the other side were all the clubs, bars, restaurants calling you in. I had to laugh at there buy one cocktail get one free offer. We went in and instead of getting 2 cocktails under that offer we got 4 cosmopolitans at our table. I also had to laugh as it just tasted of fruit juice and no alcohol. Then the waiter was grabbing me up for a dance. By the end of the night I was getting my photo taken with a lizard on my head and a cute creature of some sort on my hand.

Another night when we were walking along Nicola got firmly grabbed on the arm by this guy who had a black eye who was off his head. Nicola was like- do you mind? He let go and was walking with us. I was like- how did you get a black eye? He had been hassling some other guys gf and got punched. He held onto Nicola again and she was like you’ll get another black eye if you don’t let go. He continued to walk alongside us. I was like where are you from. He said Turkey but my gut instinct felt he was actually German. So he was like to Nicola- can I ask you something. She was like No. He was like- don’t be cheeky. Then he was like do you want to come see my boat. We were like- no. To which he replied- don’t be cheeky. He was basically a right weirdo. So we decided to run a bit ahead to loose him. Lol One of many weirdos.

We went to Icmeler one day as it was supposed to have a better beach. So we went and it didn’t. It was that day we got asked out on 9 dates. Nicola almost sold me off to this Turkish guy so she could get a cheap watch. He wanted to marry me and gave me his card. Lol. Then there was a bag I wanted. It was pink and gorgeous. The guy was not backing down. They turned out to be pretty creepy. He was taking forever to give me my change. He was more interested in arranging a date. He was like- I buy you drink to night. I have car to drive you. I mean honestly like heck would I get in a car with those two or drink anything they offered. We actually bumped into this guy who had an expensive jewellery shop there. He was Turkish but actually from Kirkcaldy in Scotland. He has a leather shop in Glasgow’s high street and he spends 4 months of the y

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin. Well I have to say I did not travel well this time. I think I had a tummy bug two days prior and when I was on the flight I went all clammy and spewed. Felt a bit like a child as everyone on the plane watched me as I returned to my seat. Then the bus journey was like an hour and 15 mins on bumpy roads. Was so relieved to collapse into the hotel bed. We didn’t arrive till 1.30am.

We stayed at the Royal Gardens in Marmaris. A nice hotel. I was actually quite surprised. The food was fine too which was good as we were all inclusive. I was scrutinising trip advisor before booking a hotel as there were so many complaints about other hotels of the food being dire. The staff were lovely and friendly too. We gained 3 admirers. Our waiters. I was labelled as Paris. The only similarity being the blonde hair. Lol They actually asked us out on a date on the Friday before we left but we had booked a show and the next day we were up early for Rhodes. Probably for the best anyway as they wanted to meet us in Bar Street and basically the drinks there were at least £8. So I doubt the waiters had any intention of funding that drinking session.

I can’t honestly say Marmaris is a pretty place. Yes the mountains and the water is pretty but the beach is just gravel and inch to inch with sun beds. The town looks rather tacky and it’s full of the worst young Brits. Lol (Not me of course). However, once you get over that it is quite a laugh actually. Being blonde was just like walking into the lions den in terms of attention and hassle. Some areas were not too bad and it was really a bit of a laugh. Other areas like the bizarre was just awful. Some parts of that have cameras now so they can’t grab you off the streets anymore. I’ve never seen soo many fake bags, sunglasses, watches and jewellery in all my life. The shop names were quite funny too around Marmaris as they basically copy shop brands back home. “Asda Shop, T K Max, Primark, New Look.” All the top shops (not). There was this pub called Gingers and it had a picture of a ginger head person. Then there was Sarah’s restaurant and Bar.

On our first night we went to a drag show. I’ve never really had a desire to go to something like that but it was highly recommended. One of the artists was from the lady boys of Bangkok. So glad I went to see that show. It was sooo funny. They were basically dressing up and dancing as famous singers and they were amazing. They did Amy Winehouse, Diana Ross, Susan Boyle, Prince, Dolly Parton etc. Dolly was hilarious they had these massive boobs under costume and they had a mind of their own as the song nine till five was being played. The food was disgusting though. So went hungry that night.

The weather in Marmaris was roasting. It was like 40- 48 degrees Celsius during the day and 30-35 degrees at night. Thanks god for air con, shade, hats and gallons of ice cool drinks and my own personal fan. I was a shade worshipper whereas the rest of the people were burning their skin to get a tan. I chose the healthier option. I went to get fake baked before I went. That’s the self tan lotion and I brought my daily top up tan. So I could still look sun kissed without the pain of being scorched.

We went on a Turkish Night. We were with a group and we had a Turkish Meal in this outside garden area. It was beautiful with the stage area in the centre. We ate dinner and drank wine in candle light and watched the show. A couple at our table had hired one of those smoking lamp things. I forget what it’s called. Basically you smoke this thing and it tastes of apple. So that was my first smoking experience. The show was fantastic. There were a variety of different acts and Turkish dances. There were intervals where they wanted the audience to dance. If you refused, the guys picked you up out of your seat and carried you to the dance floor. It made the situation feel a little tense at times. There was this right sleazy guy who was the lead entertainer. Basically there was a belly dancing competition and he wanted me in it. I refused but he was just not letting it go. The costume was like proper a jingly bra and skirt. I would be up against a Brazilian girl, a girl from Holland and one from England. There was like 500 at least in the audience. So I stayed stubborn and was like. Noooooo. I think he was a right perve and just wanted to see me in that. Then he started on Nicola who also point blank refused. So glad with my decision as it was not like a laugh the competition was serious. The girl from Brazil was amazing, just like a professional. The girl from Holland was pretty good too. The girl from England fairly good. We all routed for the British girl of course. Then at the end of that show the creep asked Nicola- do you want to go partying tonight? Honestly he was the worst. There was a picture taken when he had sprawled on me and grabbed my hand to touch his hairy chest which like a carpet. He was like something out of the YMCA. Gross.


The Beach Front was where all the action happened at night. On one side there were children about 6-8 shouting “hello gorgeous” wanting you to step on scales for money. I never really understood why they thought people would want to be weighed on a night out. On the other side were all the clubs, bars, restaurants calling you in. I had to laugh at there buy one cocktail get one free offer. We went in and instead of getting 2 cocktails under that offer we got 4 cosmopolitans at our table. I also had to laugh as it just tasted of fruit juice and no alcohol. Then the waiter was grabbing me up for a dance. By the end of the night I was getting my photo taken with a lizard on my head and a cute creature of some sort on my hand.

Another night when we were walking along Nicola got firmly grabbed on the arm by this guy who had a black eye who was off his head. Nicola was like- do you mind? He let go and was walking with us. I was like- how did you get a black eye? He had been hassling some other guys gf and got punched. He held onto Nicola again and she was like you’ll get another black eye if you don’t let go. He continued to walk alongside us. I was like where are you from. He said Turkey but my gut instinct felt he was actually German. So he was like to Nicola- can I ask you something. She was like No. He was like- don’t be cheeky. Then he was like do you want to come see my boat. We were like- no. To which he replied- don’t be cheeky. He was basically a right weirdo. So we decided to run a bit ahead to loose him. Lol One of many weirdos.

We went to Icmeler one day as it was supposed to have a better beach. So we went and it didn’t. It was that day we got asked out on 9 dates. Nicola almost sold me off to this Turkish guy so she could get a cheap watch. He wanted to marry me and gave me his card. Lol. Then there was a bag I wanted. It was pink and gorgeous. The guy was not backing down. They turned out to be pretty creepy. He was taking forever to give me my change. He was more interested in arranging a date. He was like- I buy you drink to night. I have car to drive you. I mean honestly like heck would I get in a car with those two or drink anything they offered. We actually bumped into this guy who had an expensive jewellery shop there. He was Turkish but actually from Kirkcaldy in Scotland. He has a leather shop in Glasgow’s high street and he spends 4 months of the y