We pulled anchor early, and I rolled off my self-made bed on the deck and dragged myself back to the cabin for a bit more sleep until dawn broke. Despite the food quality being really quality, the only coffee available was instant stuff, and that just gives me zero incentive to actually wake up in the morning.
We docked in Butterfly Valley, a remote valley sandwiched in between mountains and the sea, with no roads in.
You get here by boat, or you get here hiking the Lycian trail, or you just don't get here.
I was overjoyed to find puppies in the underbrush. PUPPIES! There's a beach bar and some rustic camping facilities, some chickens and a few stray dogs, but otherwise it's quiet.
We set off up the valley trail to the waterfall.
True to its name, there were tons of butterflies, attracted to the vibrant wild blooms along the stream.
Oh, and spiders. Giant spiders liked it here too.
At this point in the trail, I was all, "yeah, no thanks".
The wilderness here was not without its comforts.
At this point, day trippers and party boats started pulling with speakers thumping. It was nice to get here first thing in the morning and have it to ourselves, but most of the people getting offloaded from the boats were beach-goers and we didn't see anyone else on the trail.