🌍 Travel: We Were Supposed to See Cappadocia. We Saw Four Apartments, a Refund Trail, and the Most Beautiful Terrain I'd Ever Seen (Post 1 of 3)

Three months in off-season Turkiye, with an eighty-five-pound (38 kg) service dog a whole country was afraid of, in a place with no word for what we were doing there.

Kaş, Türkiye. March 2026. The views were unreal. Almost everything behind them was not.

Here's the post most travel bloggers will never write, because it sells nothing.

We didn't see Cappadocia. No hot air balloon over the fairy chimneys, no inland adventure through the heart of the country. I had it booked — I had a beautiful starter plan to take my other son who was visiting us for two weeks deep into Turkiye, reservations made for up to two towns — and then, while we were leaving Athens, Cyprus was bombed and my Schengen visa was days from expiring with no easy entry into Turkiye to make it in time. Everything rearranged itself in an afternoon, the way it always does when you actually live this life instead of just passing through and photographing it.

So here's the other story. The true one. Three months in Turkiye in the dead of the off-season, in a string of apartments and villas, with an eighty-five-pound dog an entire country seemed afraid of, while I ran my businesses and raised my son and clawed back refund after refund from hosts who treated a paying guest like a mark.

That was the frequency. The good, the bad, and the ugly — and Turkiye gave me a lot of the last two.

Kaş, Week One: The View Was the Only Thing That Worked (Host #1 in Turkiye)

After my abandoning my son and dog in a Greek Island, Rhodes Island, to be exact, I had to take a flight to Tbilisi to get out in time to not be charged a penalty for overstaying my Shenghen tourist visa. I took 4 days in Tbilisi which I wrote about here.

I hung out this day with only Josiah, my second child. Jovan, my fourth and youngest, stayed inside working. We walked through the shops and bought some souvenirs and had a nice big lunch. We then stopped at a really cute coffee shop called Mama Africa with excellent coffee. From Africa of course.

Lunch in Kas Turkiye. A lot of fried food.

Mama Africa Coffee Shop, Kas Turkiye

We landed in Kaş on separate days - Jovan by ferry from the Greek Islands on March 8th and me by plane from Tbilisi on March 9th- after lots of cancellations and rerouting even past the Greek Islands. It took forever for me to decide on the airport I was landing in and where I was staying to rest before heading to Kas. I landed in Dalaman airport about 2 hours away and took a taxi to Kas. We were there about a week when Josiah flew into Antalya City airport 3 hours away for which I rented a car to pick him up and kept for the entire two weeks of his stay.

The first apartment in Turkiye had a stunning view. This is one of two good hosts we had the entire three months. He and his brother/co-host were accommodating when we had to move our stay to one week later due to some of the ferries being canceled because of the military presence and the Cyprus bombing.

It was an old and old two-bedroom but it had old, uncomfortable, and some broken and unsafe furniture. Some tears in the bed sheets that showed their lifespan has come to an end. A shower handle that broke and a drain that clogged for most of the week. No real kitchen to speak of — nothing you could actually cook in, which matters when you're not on vacation, you're living somewhere. I added it to the suggestions for improvement section for the host.

I was ok with the apartment and I was enjoying that view a whole lot. Loved that we had a patio table to work at and a swing. Despite the above, we were comfortable. I didn't like the town. I'll be honest about that. There was a particular energy there I couldn't warm to, a thing I'll write about properly somewhere else because it deserves more room than a travel post. For now I'll just say the view was the best thing about that week. That’s enough because that alone inspires me and feeds my soul.

Kas Turkiye

The Host I Stayed With for 20 Minutes (Host #2) after a couple of declines because of Midnight)

Kaş wasn't done with me yet. While I was still trying to make it work and stay another week, I had contact with a second host I never ended up staying with. He was condescending in the way I'd come to recognize the next 3 months — I’ll just say that if I was traveling with a man I wouldn’t have dealt with these situations.

All you see everywhere across old style hangouts and local places to eat were older men sitting around “shooting the shit.” Smoking like chimneys. Just like I saw in Athens. Where were the women?

The low tire pressure light was on the whole time. We drove in those cliffs from Kas to Kalkan with a full load in the car. 4 large suitcases, one small one, 3 backbacks, the dog and the three of us. In Kalkan we had to get help twice and finally they sent me a replacement. I rented a second time from the same company because of how easy it was and their low deposit requirements. After I had settled in Kalkan and the same thing happened. They finally sent me a 2026 model.

I resented his preaching and while my older son (the one visiting) had moved in some suitcases and sat inside on his phone waiting for me and my younger son (the one who travels with me) to come up, the host was giving me a sermon about Midnight. That if he bit anyone or anything we’re out. He had not even read our glowing reviews. Hell, he hadn’t even read Airbnb’s policies! He thought this was booking .com or expedia. He had come up to me twice to preach to me! You don’t usually meet up with the host. A lot of these places are self-check in. Usually. Let me tell you, there was nothing usual about Turkiye. I decided I wasn’t giving my money to this prick nor another minute of my precious time and energy, so I contacted Airbnb. They refunded the entire stay immediately even though it was non-refundable. When a host agrees to something and then complains about it or gives the guest a hard time, that breaks a policy, therefore, cancellation fee doesn’t apply. This is the customer service we in the US are accustomed to from the early 2000s and prior. Seems to be forgotten even in the US — a relic of a time before corporations decided your patience was free. My son thought he left his backpack inside after I forced him to bring the suitcases back to the car. I messaged the jerk host and right then and there he wasn’t aware I had canceled so when I told him in the chat while I was trying to retrieve the backpack, he tried to charge me half a week as a cancellation fee, which told me he had no real idea how Airbnb's own policies worked — something I'd find was true of nearly every host in this region. 

No sir. You don’t get to extort me and scam me.

The nerve. I got my money back and booked a villa in Kalkan. Hopefully no more host drama.

Little did we know this beach, Kaputas Beach, would be the highlight of Josiah’s visit. After this the weather took a turn and it was raining a lot. This is a beautiful and very small beach. You have to pay to go in and down the stairwell. This couple was nice and let us bring Midnight even though they didn’t allow dogs. The one time someone gave us a pass with him.

Jovan and Josiah in Kaputas Beach, Turkiye. Everyone asks if they’re twins. They’re 5 years apart.

Yoga in Kaputas Beach Turkiye

The Villa With the Pool Perpetually in Cleaning Mode, the Intruder, and the $125 "Settlement" (Host #3)

From there we moved to a villa with a pool and an island view — and on paper it should have been the dream. It looks like it below doesn’t it? It was spacious with a jacuzzi tub in the master bedroom, a pool, a second bedroom with two beds. Perfect for my two sons. They had their own bathroom. In practice the paint was peeling off the walls, things were broken, and the kettle was caked in old chlorine. I REALLY couldn’t cook there; it didn't feel clean at all for me to feel okay about it. I had to ask for a sponge and dish soap like they were luxuries.Thank goodness I was carrying clothes detergent soap and everything needed for the bathrooms. It was plain as a gas station bathroom. When I told the host, he brought a new table and some new pots from Ikea. But the paint kept getting in our clothes in the kitchen and our living room, and not being able to cook was too much. Who knows what that paint was doing to our lungs? The villa was just not ready for guests. You could tell it was just wiped down in a rush. The refrigerator was dirty.

The pool wasn't even safe. He left the cleaning broom sitting inside it the entire time we were there. I know nothing about pools but I found out that was a hazard. The lounge chairs and table between them that we saw in the pictures were not even there. The swing outside had no cushions. It was just the bare wood. I had to ask for them. I found cigarette buds and bugs that looked like they had been there the whole winter. The hose had a hole in it. And one day someone simply walked into the private, gated backyard and poured something into the pool without a word to me — assuming those were chemicals for the pool why weren’t we told anything or warned that someone was coming in? In many places personal space and privacy are non-existent concepts. I can deal with some of it but some of it gets to be too much.

What it did have: a view, genuinely beautiful sunsets, and a little grassy yard that Midnight loved. It rained most of that week, and the wind came through so strong it made a singing, hissing sound that unsettled the boys — they'd never heard anything like it. I had, somewhere, sometime. So much of mothering on the road is being the one who's already seen the strange thing, so it doesn't frighten anyone else.

You raise your children and know their essence but you have to get to know them all over again as adults. When they decide who they want to be after all the teaching and guiding you have done. All good parents hope we did our best.

Midnight loves a good view and a beautiful sunset. The dog was born in California. Needless to say it’s a requirement for him.

Sunset from the mountains in Kalkan Turkiye

Morning coffee in Kalkan Turkiye

I fought for a refund and eventually got one — for exactly $125. The host claimed that was all the profit he'd made, after — get this — "legal fees," (there’s the legal talk you’ll hear about in another post very soon), taxes, and Airbnb's cut. He tried to discourage me from filing the claim by mentioning he pays “legal fees.” As in, he has a lawyer 🙄

When I filed my claim, Airbnb handed me that exact number back. I think it was a settlement. I didn't leave a review, and I regret that. Oh! There was no gas at all to use the stove when I finally dared to use it. I had to call him on day 3 to come refill it. Unbelievable.

Last but not least, he tried to set up a meeting to negotiate "a deal” after I checked out and filed the claim, then quietly declined my refund claim behind the scenes and never showed up the day we were supposed to meet — as if I wouldn't notice he was working both me and the system at once. He used the excuse of his wife having a difficult last trimester for him not having the villa ready and not replying to my messages when there was a power outage all day. The same emotional-manipulation move I'd see again from the host in Istanbul: the sudden sad story, deployed the moment accountability comes due.

I keep thinking about a book my sister read when we were young — When I Was Puerto Rican — whose author married a Turkish man she'd met in New York, and how that turned out.

I know better than to judge a whole nation by its worst men. But I also know a culture can reward a certain behavior in its men until it grows everywhere you look.

SIDE NOTE: As always I received confirmation of what I was feeling and experiencing. My son made some friends with local young men in Kas. He hung out with them during our time there. They came to visit him and cook and hang out with him in the Villa. They told my son this place is scamming you. You can get way more beautiful villas than this in a better area for the money your mom is paying here. That’s for those of you reading this and judging me as “picky” or “difficult.” There’s your proof. The day we moved to another Airbnb Josiah was still with us so we hung out around there.

Ghost town in Kalkan except for a few restaurants and coffee shops open year round - Kalkan Turkiye

This became one of our favorite places to eat up in the mountains. I didn’t like the packed up restaurants at the shore that felt like an assembly line with super inflated pricing, weird staff and terrible reviews. Sadly, my son’s Turkish friends- a group of young men he befriended in Kas- told him this place won’t be here in another year. So, local businesses are being replaced with what? Foreigner mediocre businesses? - Kalkan Turkiye.

Ghost town in Kalkan except for a few restaurants and coffee shops open year round - Kalkan Turkiye

Just like a store shop owner in Kas told me Istanbul isn’t what it was 20 years ago, it sounds that this too applies to the coastal towns. This particular town Kalkan, they call Little England. That’s how many English come here to vacation during peak season. Apparently they all work for the government. So, they didn’t want to cater to people like us because they’re too busy kissing $$ the beaurocrats from England.

I didn’t go to this little beach much but it was impressive. This is the beach I could see from my apartment’s balcony- Kalkan Beach Turkiye

Took this picture because I would have liked to have my vision checked but who knew what their hours were.

Kakan Beach Turkiye

Kakan Beach Turkiye

Was excited to find this coffee shop with good quality clothes, incense, natural soaps and a lot of other holistic goodies. I never went back because everything was so overpriced and the coffee drinks were not good at all.

This and other shops were opening up during our last week or two weeks of our one-month-stay in March but by then the place had lost its charm for me. I was ready to go.

We tried to make it to the farmers market. We were late. My son made it another time with another friend he made in Kalkan. He said the quality was so bad for what they wanted to charge. He bought nothing.

Ghost town - Kalkan Turkiye

Josiah hunting for souvenirs who was in Japan at this time. Couldn’t find any shops open.

Jovan meditating at the villa in the mountains of Kalkan Turkiye

Another one of our favorite places to eat was at this hotel/restaurant. We spent most of our time here eating when I didn’t cook.

On the route to the villa. We stopped to enjoy the views.

Josiah photobombing in Kalkan Turkiye

Villa patio

Kalkan: The Fishbowl, and the One Good Host (Host #4)

Then came Kalkan, and finally — finally — a place to exhale.

I think of it as the fishbowl, because the windows were enormous and there were no privacy curtains, so the neighbors had a clear view straight in even through the black curtains as they were see-through. But it was a warm, feminine, well-kept space, and after weeks of friction it felt like sanctuary.

I only have a video of the large bedroom that was mine which was the best part of the place. I really enjoyed that vintage room with the huge windows in all the walls but one. It had a built-in den where she had a desk and bookshelf.

View from the little balcony of the cute old apartment. This apartment was in the local area by the way

The view from this apartment was amazing too. I marveled at that mountain during my morning coffee a lot.

Comfy couches. I connected my HDMI cable to my laptop to enjoy some movies. No smart TV here.

What made it was the hostess: an English woman raising a toddler, who'd had her child with a Turkish man and bought the apartment with the small inheritance her mother left her. We communicated easily, as you can tell by how much information I know about her (not typical in a host to guest relationship unless you spend in-person time with them)- but human to human — what a relief. She was curious about my life, openly nosy (that’s what she called herself) about me traveling as a digital nomad with kids, and when I was leaving she asked where I was headed and admitted that she just wanted to know. She said she'd love to end up somewhere in Asia herself one day.

She wasn't even in the country most of the time — she was back in the UK, and in Istanbul for a stretch. But she never left me a review. Don’t know what that was about. That was Turkiye in miniature: the one person who treated me like a human being left no mark in the system that tracks such things.

This hostess also disclosed to me that she had been waiting for a digital nomad to rent her apartment the whole winter but it didn’t happen. I told her- they’ll come! They’re moving around and they’ll get here eventually. I left her a really nice review despite how old the place was and the fact that the water heater broke, there was a municipal water outage a couple of times, there was construction above us for one of the weeks we were there which seemed to bring spiders down to our floor, there were mosquitoes having a feast on us and she had no screens. She argued that mosquitoes don’t show up this early in the season. Well, they did. The freezer got full of ice at one point and I had to chisel it away piece by piece with a knife. Then I figured out the temperature and all the ice melted onto the floor. Because of the stuck ice, the fridge door handle ended up breaking on one of our pulls and in the shower they had a wooden floor they had built to cover up that the shower needed a remodel. Sigh….but hey, we were enjoying that view!

Above Average Rates. Below Average Everything Else.

You might ask- were you choosing cheap places? Nope. That’s the part that is upsetting. These were not cheap places. There were none! The rates were above average. I stay with Airbnb most of the time in order not to get ripped off. I have wondered constantly since: about how many complaints Airbnb receives from that region? I am willing to bet it’s higher than most places. It has to be in the top 5. A lot of these people and places are used to using hotel booking sites with less strict rules but keeping a lot less commission than Airbnb. And this is why a lot of people want to host in Airbnb. I’m worried that the quality has gone down after all the regulations imposed in different countries making it difficult for hosts. That difficulty is in turn experienced by the guests.

As I mentioned in another post, we innovate and the government comes in to regulate and stifle our innovations and limit our freedoms.

Key Milestones in Turkey

• 2012: Airbnb officially localized its platform and launched its Turkish website, rapidly expanding options across major cities like Istanbul, Antalya, and the coast.

• 2024: Turkey introduced Lawn. 7464, establishing strict regulations for short-term rentals (stays under 100 days). This requires hosts to obtain official tourism permits to operate.

• April 2026: Mandatory listing verification by the Ministry of Tourism went into effect, requiring hosts on Airbnb to input government-issued permit certificate numbers before listing their properties.

The Dog Nobody Would House

I need to talk about Midnight, because he is the reason half of this was so hard.

In much of Turkiye there is no concept of a service dog. None. People are genuinely afraid of large dogs, and when I explained Midnight was a service animal, they still thought I was talking about a pet— not cruelty in that moment, just a category that didn't exist in their understanding. I eventually learned the word that translated was guide. Once I said guide dog, something occasionally clicked. "Service dog" — the legal status, the protected access — meant nothing.

So the hosts denied us, one after another. I'd find a place, disclose Midnight honestly the way I always do, and watch the booking evaporate. After the condescending Kaş host #2, host #1 actually offered to take us back for a single night — off-Airbnb. Host #1 had also offered another of his apartments down the street for a higher nightly rate- with the saem stunning view, but by then I'd seen Kalkan had whole villas for that price, so I went to Kalkan instead. Not because I wanted to keep moving. Because the doors kept closing on the basis of my dog and/or they wanted to overcharge knowing it was difficult with the dog. I would rather sleep in the car than let any businessmen take advantage of me.

Disclosing Midnight every single time is what protected me later, by the way. When hosts behaved badly, Airbnb sided with me precisely because I'd been upfront from the first message. Honesty wasn't just principle out there. It was armor.

Our favorite coffee shop in Kalkan where we spent most of our time if we were not inside. Later as we drove through Turkiye we learned it’s a chain.

Where can digital nomads work in Kalkan?

Where can digital nomads work in Kalkan?

Antalya Old City: A False Claim and a Paper Towel War

Our last stop before the road trip with the rental car was Antalya's Old City — the Muratpaşa district — and if I thought Kas was weird this was stranger. Not the apartment, which was modern and comfortable. The rest of it.

This was 3 hours away from Kalkan and we also had not been able to find a taxi to drive us those 3 hours. They either refused because of Midnight or wanted to upcharge me for him. I refused to pay anymore than we were already overpaying. I mean, absolutely everything was about how much money they could get out of you. What a bad look for a country when it’s your first time visiting. It’s just as bad as street vendors constantly and aggressively harassing you in other countries trying to squeeze whatever they can from your wallet.

The hostess kept asking for feedback on how to improve the place. Everything was fine. We were comfortable and had what we needed. The kitchen was modern and stocked. The only suggestion I gave her was “a roll of paper towels would be nice”, and — gently — every decorative pillow smelled like an old man's sweaty head and smelly feet. Her reply was a clipped "sure, on top of all the supplies we've already provided," followed by "I'm sorry you're unhappy." I told her plainly: I'm not unhappy. A paper towel roll and some stinky pillows don't make me unhappy. It takes a lot more than that lady. You asked for suggestions and I gave them; and by the way since you responded like that- I continued- basic supplies aren't favors to a guest — they're necessities. The supplies had been mentioned before even checking in and more than once already. So I had to address it

I told her- How are guests supposed to use the appliances you provided if you won't provide what runs them? I f’ing swear. Some people.

It didn’t matter that I had paid for a full week.

There was a power outage for some hours. There was a water outage for an entire day. I didn’t mention that I experienced those in Kalkan. Fun fun!!!!

She handled those very well offering us choices and bringing us bottled water. She asked and I said- yes, please. I need to cook and clean up. That day happened to be when we were feeling sick from some food we had the night before. Now the water outage.

Then she filed a damage claim after we left — stained towels, sheets, a rug. Jovan and I had cleaned before we walked out. To the point that I waited about an hour illegally parked in front waiting for him to finish cleaning. She was overcharging and fishing. Airbnb denied her claim outright. Thank you, Airbnb.

Hadrian’s Gate. Behind these walls that everyone comes to see in droves are very overpriced and low-quality restaurants. When Josiah returned home and we had to drive here from Kalkan we stayed in one hotel behind these gates which was really good. At least for a night. My son made a forever friend with the older gentleman working there and they had a really interesting spiritual conversation. One of those earth angels you come across when you least expect it who advise you and inpart wisdom in your journey.

The area itself: right in front of Hadrian's Gate, no dogs anywhere as pets but one large stray that looked in bad shape. It broke my heart. Overpriced restaurants with bad reviews and the type of faces on the staff that look like if they smile they will crack. My first meal there gave me an upset stomach and I reached for my activated charcoal. We mostly didn't want to leave the apartment. Strange people, strange streets. A beautiful old gate and very little warmth around it.

What We Actually Did: Almost Nothing, and Everything

So what did three months in Turkiye actually look like?

We do what we do best- stuff our faces. Kalkan Turkiye

We lived. Josiah was with us about two weeks, frustrated because everything was closed — he couldn't even buy a souvenir. We did see one shop open at one point and said we would return and it was closed. Even the nail salon I spoke to was only open Monday through Wednesday. The off-season towns were shuttered and silent. No attractions, no nightlife, no list to work down. I like to travel to places in shoulder seasons. Less crowds and less overpriced. Typically anyway. But usually you still find things running and can enjoy everything without the crowds. This was dead like nothing I had ever seen.

So we did what real digital nomads do, which is almost never the Instagram version: we worked. We rested. We grocery shopped. I cooked often when the kitchen was fully stocked with everything including good pots. I started making Jovan his favorite gourmet breakfasts I like to make. Jovan landed his very first client during this stretch, the beginning of something that today is multiple clients with a Discord launch on the way. We built, quietly, in a series of flawed apartments with the country shut down around us.

In Kalkan we went on morning walks, and we found a park where to go and lay on grass by the ocean. Jovan did yoga there and there was like a secret spot you could go down these sketchy stairs to get to the bottom of the cliff and enjoy the cave and the waves that visited it all day. I saw one caucasian woman swimming alone in the morning one time but that was it. It was almost always empty. There was some trash like chip bags and sodas indicating that some young people might go there at night to hang out. During the day it was really quiet. With a handful of people taking walks in the morning before it got too hot. On paper, it was boring. No tours. No landmarks. No content. I didn’t feel like giving my money to the few tourist activities we finally came across. I didn’t have my usual upbeat energy (I was absorbing what was in the air) so I stayed inside mostly and only went out to coffee shops and the occasional eating out.

But something was moving under the surface that I only recognized once I'd left: those still, strange, frustrating months turned out to be very reflective for the season. The stillness wasn't empty. It was working on me. I also honed in on a new idea for a new business. That's its own piece, coming separately — it deserves more than a paragraph here.

If You're Going to Nomad Here — Read This First

The practical notes, because I promised the frequency:

About Capadoccia, my son’s friends also warned him to only book one night there. They said it’s the desert, there’s nothing and it’s a scam. That coincides with how much trouble I had finding a decent place that didn’t have worrisome reviews. Why is it that the most hyped up places are always scams? Locals take advantage of people from all over the world wanting to see a place because of great marketing but then when you get there it’s disappointing? Why must humans exploit everything beautiful found in nature? It’s free for all of us to enjoy! The earth belongs to NO ONE!!! We’re all supposed to trade goods and services for ethical, fair amounts but we’re also supposed to have access to nature ethically and in an ecofriendly manner. I am at that age where I am just done with these human parasites. It’s so hard to dig through the garbage and find the humans that still care of the earth, their land, and welcoming others who want to partake in the location and experience. Sigh

Why didn’t we still go to Capadoccia if we spent 3 months? It was a 10-hour drive from Kalkan/Kas. It was going to take more planning that I’d already done and fell through. I mean aren’t you exhausted just reading about all the obstacles and unnecessary trouble this place was giving me? Imagine me. I just wanted to relax, get my work done and enjoy the one thing this place gave- the gorgeous views. And again, the nearby war. Even though I told my sons that we would be safest in the mountains anyway. Could have just kept driving and hiding in the inland terrain while Josiah was with us. I even didn’t buy his domestic leg to Istanbul where his international flight took off from, until last minute, because I wanted to be able to book it from the nearest airport, wherever we ended up.

In the off-season, the smaller Turkish towns are genuinely shut down. If you need life around you — open restaurants, shops, anything — come in season or base yourself in a city. I didn’t like the cities at all. All three of them- Antalya City, Ankara, nor Istanbul.

If you travel with a large dog, brace yourself. And if it’s a service-dog the concept isn't recognized in much of the country. The word that translates is "guide." Disclose your animal in writing every single time you book — it's what protected my refunds when hosts behaved badly. By the time we took the road trip and all the way to Istanbul I didn’t even bother. I declared him as a pet. These people tired me.

Inspect everything before you commit. I cycled through broken kitchens, unsafe pools, torn sheets. Photograph the state of a place when you arrive and again when you leave — a hostess tried to file a false damage claim on me and lost because I'd cleaned and she had nothing.

Expect a cash culture and ATM fees around eight to ten percent. Budget for it. Or don’t. I, for one, don’t ever plan to step one foot in this country again. If you haven’t read about my fiasco in Istanbul, you can read about it here.

Expect extremely inflated foreigner pricing and very little customer-service instinct. It's the operating system. Document, move, and route around it instead of pouring your energy into raging at it.

Disclose. Document. Move.

The three words that get you through almost anything. And of course, enjoy the gorgeous views.

Kalkan, Turkiye

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