Here are the available villas for rental in Turkey.

Win the lottery and retire

I have been to Turkey twice in the last two years and found the place beautiful. The people are so friendly and helpful (especially when you are out shopping).
The climate is very hot and the food is very good.
The first place I stayed was just outside Hisaranou (Ovacik) which was very nice I would recommend a holiday there to anyone and when I win the lottery I shall definitely retire there.

We'd go again

We stayed at the Demir hotel in Torba. It was a last minute bargain and I must say it was very basic - but so was the price we paid.
Staff were wonderful. The food was Turkish - not to everyone's taste but we didn't expect egg and chips so we were more than happy. We would go again anytime.

To the East, for a bath

From the Daily Mail

Marble floors. Stone basins. Copper bowls with beautiful Islamic designs. The drip and splash of water. Damp, pressing heat. And everywhere, steam, steam, steam.
All at once, out of the swirling mists of the Beldibi Hamam in Marmaris, Turkey, appeared an elderly man carrying a pink pillowcase. I eyed him warily from my position on a sopping marble plinth.
He had already loofahed me to the colour of a freshly cooked prawn, held out the grey twists of dead skin and said, unnecessarily: 'Dirty!' Then he dropped a bar of soap into the wet pillowcase, rubbed it vigorously, blew into it to produce a cotton balloon and used it to cover me in bubbles.
Afterwards, I sat swathed in white towels, thinking that it was like a soft, pink, girlie car wash. I've never forgotten it.
Purists of the Turkish bath (known as a hamam) will already be curling their lips, for the fact that he was a man reveals that I was in a tourist hamam, rather than in the authentic local version (where people go to get clean and have a good gossip).
In the latter, the sexes never, ever mix. The Marmaris hamam came early in my Turkish bath career; followed by one in Bodrum, in a domed building with sunlight pouring through a vent in the roof.
Then, in Istanbul, I discovered the magnificent twin baths - one side for men, one side for women, many of them famous architecturally - which dot the city.
The bathing experience is even more intense when you can step off the hot, busy streets of a huge metropolis and be steam-cleaned and on your way in an hour or two.
Their history is fascinating, too. Under the great Sultan Suleiman (1494 to 1566), water was piped to Istanbul all the way from the Belgrade Forest, which lies in the mountains to the north of the city, via aqueducts and vaulted tunnels.
The real thing reached Turkey via Rome and Byzantium, and fitted in perfectly with Islamic notions of cleanliness and propriety. In a proper hamam, men would never bathe naked. ... more

Take the dreamboat

From the Mail on Sunday

What could be better than to be in Turkey while the country was doing so brilliantly in the World Cup!
I cafe-hopped from port to port on a wonderful boat. It was a joy. Even when the Turks finally lost to Brazil they were incredibly good natured about it.
'Ah well, we got much further than we expected,' one man said to me.
Sailing in southern Turkey is hard to beat - but it does depend how you do it.
My wonderful week at sea was arranged by American friends of mine.
I thought that the southern coast of Turkey had been ruined since the only other time I came here in August 1968. Lots of parts have been ruined by the insatiable appetite of northern Europeans for cheap holidays in the sun.
Bodrum, a lovely little seaport where we stayed back then, is now filled with trashy pubs where young Brits and others drink too much. But it remains beautiful.
Marmaris, a fishing village levelled by an earthquake in 1957, is now the principal tourist resort along the southern coast; Kusadasi and Antalya have been taken over by Russians.
But there are huge stretches of the coastline which are still completely unspoiled and are best seen by boat. And that, rather than jammed ports and noisy discos, was what we were after.
There are boats and boats and boats plying along the southern Turkish coast. Most are gulets, a distinctive Turkish type - beamy, with a high poop deck, with tall masts on which the sails are rarely set. ... more

Set sail on a grand Grandi

From the Daily Mail

Watching the sun set from our vantage point on an Anatolian hillside, I realised with a sudden shock that as far as the eye could see there was no sign of human life.
Not a house, farm, animal, car or even a road. Only our boat in the bay below broke the vast panorama of deep blue water, curving inlets and pine-clad coastal hills stretching to the shadowy outline of the island of Kos 20 miles distant.
Only by sea can one reach somewhere so remote. My companion John and I had joined a sailing cruise round the south coast of Turkey run by the Dutch firm Tussock, on boats carrying between six and 18 passengers.
On ours, Grandi I, 10 mahogany-panelled double cabins with tiled shower rooms next door, a central lounge-cum-galley-cum-wheelhouse and an afterdeck neatly fitted into her 27m length.
To look after the 14 of us was a crew of five, of which only the captain and the cook failed to join the frenzied few minutes of activity that saw her four square metres of sail hoisted up masts of 21m and 24m respectively.
Grandi I was made almost entirely of wood, from mahogany and pine to the teak deck, warm and absolutely smooth, on which going barefoot was not only enjoyable but compulsory.
'We came knowing what to expect,' said radiographer Alison Maw, there with her company director husband Brian, from Clitheroe, Lancashire. 'Brian's very into sailing.'
But you don't have to be a sailor to enjoy life on board. Another of our group, Brian Beaumand, a former Merchant Navy officer and then director of an engineering company, decided to come at the last minute. 'I thought it would be something different,' he said.
It took no time at all to sink into a sybaritic life of constant attention, delicious food and idle lolling in the sunshine - average daily temperature 32c - with a glass of wine to hand whenever one wanted it.
After our first breakfast - filter coffee, sliced melon, oranges, tomatoes, cheese and hard-boiled eggs, bread bought fresh that morning, yoghurt and honey - Captain Umit brought out his chart to explain where we would be going that morning.
'The first one-and-a-half hours will be by motor,' he told us, 'to save lengthy tacking. Then - after we turn here - we go by sail.' ... more