The most prominent feature of Bodrum is the castle of St. Peter.
The castle’s origins date back to the knights of St. John
This group of expatriates began in the 11th century with a church and hospital in Jerusalem. Although belonging to he Catholic religion care was denied to no-one.
When the knights arrived they instructed their builders to remove all usable materials from the tomb of King Mausolos as the castle construction began in the 1400’s.
The knights refered to the town as Mesy not knowing that they where in the ancient Halicarnassus
The fortress became known as the Castle of St. Peter, the Liberator, it served as the sole place of refugee
for all Christians on the West Coast of Asia during the time of the crusades. For over a century the castle served as a stronghold in the knights community.
Under Turkish care the castle has undergone several uses including being a military base, a prison and a public bath.
These lands should be guarded from the evil eye and from malicious glances.Protected like a castle.
The castle is important for this reason.The city’s profile gazes at a deep blue life.What have they seen.These stone paved roads and walls?
What earthquakes, wars, storms, love affairs, sorrows, betrayals…
What have they sen who knows?The walls whisper of history.
The castle of petrium, majestic and strong,standing since the fifteenth century, still gazing at the ancient city and at the sea.
Wise castle…On every stone a trace of history.
The inner castle can be reached by passing through exactly seven gates.Each gate greets the visitorswith a different story.Not only do you pass thtough seven gateways,but seven different stories.Passing through the past;history whispers strongly from the depths of the ground.As one gate bids farewell,visitors are pulled into another story by the next.Passing not only through gates,but through the past towards the future.Sometimes the commanders faces and sometimes their voices greet the passing visitors.
Ostotheks, known as children’s greaves among the locals, are actually urns used to preserve ashes and bones of the dead.Ostotheks have decorations called garlands usually consisting of images of eros, Medusa heads and bull heads and, on the shorter sides, door motifs representing the gates to the other world.Sometimes there are inscriptions of the names of the dead…The ostotheks exhibited here are mostly dated between the first century BC and the second century AD.
The ashes breathe now.And they will go on speaking wisely.The inner courtyard is full of sweet perfumes…What a gracious reception…
The inner courtyard resembles the garden of eden with its local trees and flowers.The trees welcome visitors with thier cool shadows and the flowers with their fragrant smells.
Now it is time to rest.Time to rest…It is a long way…Take a rest…Close your eyes but open your heart to listen to the story of Daphne,the tree that brings joy with its evergren leaves in summer or in wintertime…
Daphne was the daughter of the Thessalian River Peneus.A pure beauty, just like water.Her long hair was golden and smooth.One day as she was wandering in the forest.Apollo saw her and fell in low with her.He gave her a piece of his heart.From that day on he went after her, like a hunter a gloomy shadow, following the owner of its heart.The beautiful young girl, sensing this, ran away.Apollo continued to follow her.Just when he was about to catch her,Daphne in desperationbegged her father to save her.Suddenly her hair turned to leaves, her arms into branches.She felt her feet stuck fast in slow-growing roots, her screams of terror slowly turning into whispers.On that day Apollo, the god of the sun, blessed the laurel tree, the tree of Daphne.Thereafter he always wore crowns of laurel leaves.