In the end I kept hanging around in Bozburun for two whole days, keeping some contact to relatives and friends through the internet cafe, listening to music and solving some sudokus, all while enjoying the warm weather, the sunshine and the fresh sea breeze. So after three nights in an oh so comfortable bed I don't even need to pack much stuff and can start off really early towards Selimiye and Bayir.

Just walking the main street out of the small town I eventually find a waymark and follow the markings along a dust track leading over a hill to Selimiye. It's a nice view to the village from the top of the hill, even though the sun shines directly into my eyes once again. The downhill section into the village center feels only short, soon I find myself at the small harbor looking for more waymarks.
Whatever, I'll just follow the description in the guidebook, it's only roads anyway. It's interesting, this village consists mostly of restaurants and pensions, but everything is closed - feels like a ghost village somehow. I mean the water might be a bit cold still, but the weather is already warmer than it will ever be in northern Europe!

Soon I meet the main road to Bozburun respectively to the north, and my path branches off again, following a muddy trail by the graveyard, constantly leading me slightly uphill. Kind of overgrown, but I manage to reach the road to the hamlet of Kizilköy quite fast.
 The road doesn't lead much further than that, and finally there is a well-worn and well-marked path again, in the middle of colorful fields of flowers and bees. It's awesome up here!

I pass some more ruins of a nameless ancient settlement (this peninsula is just littered with ancient ruins, seriously) and make my way up to the top of today's trip, from where I can see the road between Bayir and Bahceli, which I had used a few days earlier.

The route becomes a bit wild again, a steep and rocky downhill section waits for me and my big backpack; but we manage. As I enter some flat grassy section with stone walls all over the place, I meet a lonesome cow. She instantly gets interested and comes to me, I can't tell whether it's for defending her territory or just because I'm so attractive... I decide to quickly walk and not risk it, her horns are quite big.

And again I have to walk part of a street to Bayir, my knee starts to hurt a bit more than it usually does. It always gives in after about two weeks of hiking, I'm used to that, but usually it's not that bad. So instead of looking for the right way which is supposed to go down through the forest somewhere, I just follow the street to Bayir and buy some stuff at the mini market. As there seems to be no bus to Marmaris anymore today, I just continue hiking, with the aim of reaching Selale this evening. From there the main road along the western coast of the peninsula is not far and I can take a bus.

So I fight my way uphill along the road and the path, until I lose the way once again. Took me some time to find the next marking, I had to open a gate and go around a corner and there, on the backside of a small wall, there it was :)

The rest of the path is partly overgrown, but still walkable and easy to find. Plus full of cute turtles. Even from far away I can already hear the rushing waterfalls in Selale, I can't wait to arrive there and drop some cool water over my head and... that thought is killing me along the way. I finally manage though, only to find the tourist attraction basically deserted - awesome!

At the lower entrance (I came from top) there's a small cafe where I buy some freshly pressed grapefruit juice and relax in the shadow. That's a very nice location here, shadowy and cool with the rushing water nearby, full of green plants and croaking frogs. Every now and then some tourists come by, but it's very quiet overall.

The cafe is organized by three Turkish guys from Marmaris, all in their 20s or 30s and really nice. It's not problem for me to camp somewhere here, they say, and invite me to have dinner with them after the "attraction" officially closes, and we have some nice conversation for an hour or two. Then, Ahmed and Bahar leave to go to Marmaris overnight - while Sercan (his nickname is "Rambo") stays in the hut overnight to keep an eye on their business. So I go a bit up the waterfalls again and find myself a nice platform to set up my tent while it gets dark and two more visitors from Izmir come by and take a photo of my nice campsite.