(guest post by Corwan Groux)
Every morning as we set up equipment on the beach and assemble the dredges, we are passed by people doing a little morning exercise or walking their dogs, some of whom briefly interrupt their routine to observe us. One of the nice things about the residents of Datça is that many of them seem to be genuinely curious about what we are doing here. A few days ago, I was dumping a bucket of rocks on shore when a passing couple called out to me. I couldn’t understand a word of what they were asking, and yet their meaning was crystal clear. I mustered forth the limited Turkish vocabulary I possess (most of which consists of various foods anyways), and bravely attempted to explain that we were archaeologists working in the liman (Turkish for harbour) of Eski Knidos (Old Knidos). As it turned out, the Turkish couple spoke better English than I did Turkish, so I was able to explain in a little more detail the aims of our project. After a few minutes of stilted conversation, we parted ways and I went back to my sieve, hoping to find something exciting.