Midnight Espresso East meets West meets platinum card at the Ada Hotel

Feb. 25, 2003
Feb. 25, 2003

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Feb. 25, 2003

Being There

Midnight Espresso East meets West meets platinum card at the Ada Hotel

By Bob Roe

The Turks weren't eager to have W. use their bases, but don't take
that personally; they'd be happy to have the rest of America take
full advantage of their pristine beaches, frenzied discos and
dollar-loving economy. And there's plenty of reason to do so,
because Turkey is an intriguing blend of the First and Third
worlds. Our driver at the airport asked, "You American?" And when
we warily copped to the charge, he excitedly said, "Go,
Manchester United!" Another cabbie understood no English (he
could hardly divine our desired destination), but sang along,
expletive for expletive, with Eminem on the radio. The next song
was a hypnotic Sufi chant.

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That happy confluence is in full force at the Ada Hotel, on a
hill overlooking the Aegean, just up the road from Bodrum,
Turkey's ritziest resort town. The Ada is a new hotel, built in
hopes of siphoning off the high-end overflow from Bodrum. It's
small, only eight rooms and six suites, so the emphasis is on
privacy, solitude and
sprint-to-the-bar-and-back-to-the-pool-with-your-drink efficiency
from the staff. The Ada has an enormous Jacuzzi, just enough of a
gym to keep you squeezed into your bathing suit and a white-glove
spa, the highlight of which is a pristine Turkish bath.

The local action off-site is at the cove at the bottom of the
hill. There we found the standard complement of boats, booze and
endomorphs who must have been very drunk when they put on those
thongs. This was not the resort beach culture we're accustomed
to, though, because there is no beach. That is, no sand. The
Turks have gotten around this by building long docks leading out
to what are, essentially, posh swimming platforms.

Although it was tempting to never stir from our chaise lounges,
duty--and Bodrum--called, so we grabbed a cab. Bodrum is a
sun-and wine-drenched resort by day, but it jolts to life at
night with open-air restaurants and throbbing discos, which seem
to be the big draw. (The large harbor is choked with anchored
yachts; we dubbed this flotilla the Spandex Armada.) But don't
assume it's all tight white jeans and mirror balls. The Museum of
Underwater Archaeology is chock-a-block with antiquities pulled
from the Aegean. (Perhaps indicative of how much alcohol is
imbibed in the clubs, there's a helpful sign out front: OUR

A trip to a disco may be all the archaeology you can stomach, but
if you're interested in another ancient but infinitely more
enlightened culture, Ada's staff will book a day trip to Ephesus,
one of the largest and best-preserved ancient cities on the
eastern Mediterranean.

As we sprawled by Ada's pool one very lazy afternoon, we
overheard a woman say to her husband, "There's not much to do
here, but that's the point, isn't it? Totally relaxing. Totally
secluded. It's beautiful, romantic...." She paused to watch the
sun set on yet another flawless day. "This would be the perfect
place to bring your mistress." We agreed with her assessment and,
in silent envy, applauded her mate for having such an
understanding and accommodating spouse. --Bob Roe

COLOR PHOTO: M.J. FIGEL ADA-TUDE The sun was always shining when Stewart Shining shot Miller (far left) and O'Hare.TWO COLOR PHOTOS: DIANE SMITH [See caption above]