Once predominately Greek, Ayvalik feels out of place on the Turkish coast. The red clay tiled roofs and stucco exterior of the homes leave no doubt about its Greek history, nor do the number of Greek Orthodox churches-turned-mosque.
Since Turkey became a republic in the 1930’s it has been against the law to “do anything unTurkish”. That includes living as a Greek. The entire population of Ayvalik was relocated to Greece while the Turks living in Greece had the option of moving to Ayvalik, which they did.
We spent the day walking the Old City and visiting the nearby island of Cunda. You may know the island’s more famous sister, Lesbos, from Greek mythology. I also brushed up on my backgammon skills. The Turks are crazy about the game so when our bus driver challenged me to play, I couldn’t resist. I beat him two games out of three but he’s such a nice guy I have my suspicions about the genuineness of my win.
A day off from scheduled sightseeing was most welcome. My cold is behind me and my energy is returning.
Tomorrow the schedule indicates a full day, the need for good walking shoes, and a 7:00 am start. It will be an early night.
