Lake Bafa – Mystical and Magical

Our trip to Lake Bafa on 3 November had the usual affect on me.  I always feel as if I’m in a land of myths and legends where anything might happen. 

Boulder-like rocks at the foot of five fingered Mount Latmos look as though they have been randomly dropped by the Gods, some split as they fell to earth, forming caves and secret hiding places.

Wandering along grassy paths with the first autumn flowers just appearing I imagined that it could be possible to come across elves, fairies and talking animals. 

While some of the group explored the lake’s shoreline, where villagers tend dairy cows, catch lake fish and run a handful of pensions, a few of us were keen to see the ruined monastery up in the hills.  Selcuk elicited the services of a local guide.

Apart from haziness over the lake we couldn’t have hoped for a more beautiful warm and sunny November day. The ruined monastery from a distance is hardly distinguishable amongst the rocks but close up it is quite extensive and was obviously a large community at some stage.  On the way we came across what looked like a scooped out overhanging large boulder, the inner surface covered with Christian frescoes, their colours still vibrant thousands of years later.  On our hands and knees we crawled into a cave where primitive drawings of animals and people in harmony are painted on the walls. A structure of stones piled up on a rocky shelf proved to be an effort by villagers to protect their bee hives from visitations by bears who live on the mountain.

Bafa never feels hostile, rather – soft and welcoming. Whatever spirits live there must be benign I think. Thanks to H3A for a day at Bafa where everyone went with their own flow.

Photos by courtesy of Kim Gould and Teoman Sumer

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