Waking up slowly with the sunrise on the deck of a small gulet anchored in a quiet, ancient bay of the Aegean Sea. “Günaydın,” says a smiling sun-scorched sailor as he hands me a glass of Turkish tea. Its precisely brewed golden-auburn hue shimmers in the early morning light. A few others begin to stir as someone at the stern jumps into the clear turquoise waters. A seagull squawks overhead, gliding into the sun, which has just peeked its glow over the tops of indigenous olive trees rooted along the Lycian shores. Time for a morning swim myself.