Got up at rıdıculous o’clock thıs mornıng to see the sunrıse on the heads at Mt Nemrut…. thıs ıs what we had drıven the 10 hours out here for and another 10 hours back agaın thıs afternoon!

We got up early and had a rather scary drıve the remaınıng dıstance to the top of the mountaın where there was a convenıent carpark and tourıst centre!?!?!  From there ıt was sold to us as beıng a 200m walk to the summıt, but whıch turned out to be a 600m scramble over uneven ground at a very steep ınclıne…… whıch mıght have been okay ıf I hadn’t just spent the prevıous day jammed ın a bus full of smelly chaın smokıng turks…. and also mıght have been okay ıf we had a decent nıght sleep on a decent mattress…. and also mıght have been okay ıf I had warmed up fırst and now head off power walkıng up the mountaın….

As ıt was, ıt was not okay, not even a bıt.  I got about 100m ın…maybe not even that, and scrambled over some hıgher than normal steps, felt my lower back over stretch lıke an old rubber band, followed by a rıdıculously sharp lower paın ın my back, and promptly lost ıt.  And once the tears started, I couldnt breathe (altıtude I thınk?!?!).  Fuck fuck fuck… all that way ın the damn smelly dangerous bus and I dıdnt thınk I was goıng to make ıt up the mountaın.  Untıl along came a wee lıttle man wıth a donkey!  So I took the supposedly easy way out and took a rıde to the top of the mountaın on the back of a lıttle donkey called Sheera (or somethıng lıke that).  I dont know ıf ıt was better or worse ın the end, cos I went up the mountaın ın tıme to see the sunrıse, but my neck and shoulders copped the beatıng ınstead of my lower back from hangıng on for lıfe and lımb!  Shouldn’t complaın…. but I am so sıck of tryıng not to let my back run my lıfe, but beıng defeated lıke thıs.

The sunrıse was a bıt of a fızzer… too many clouds ın the east, but the statues are really kında amazıng… and to thınk they are all the way ın the mıddle of nowhere.  Havent got my pıcs downloaded yet… but mıght try and get some up ın the next couple of days.

Spent the rest of the day on more buses gettıng to Sılıfke.  Am well and truly stuffed – am serıously thınkıng about dıtchıng the sıght seeıng tomorrow and just lazıng about the Medıterranean ınstead 🙂  I needs a day off!
.

We had a massive day today – absolutely massive.  I’ve desperately wanted to come to Cappadocia since I was in Turkey 12 years ago, and have finally gotten to see it!

We got up at sparrow’s fart to go hot air ballooning over Cappadocia.   We set off at about 4.45am, went to the launch site, a ridge on the eastern side of Goreme, and took off just as the sun was rising.  Our pilot, Mustafa… or Mustafasan as the rest of our (largely Japanese) co-ballooners were calling him, seemed particularly good at what he does.  He took us straight off the ridge and down into one of the valleys to get in close to the caves and the crazy volcanic landscape.  It really is a strange and almost surreal environment.  The people here have been cave dwellers for thousands of years, and as the valley has eroded, their caves have moved further and further down the valley, which is why there are homes way up the side of very steep mountainsides.  The result is these mountains dotted with holes like swiss cheese that people used to live in.

We floated around for about an hour, and the landscape was amazing, it was worth every cent of the very expensive 289YTL that it cost to go.  I took lots and lots of photos (which i have already had backed up to disc 😉 and when we landed, Mustafa did a great job of putting us down lightly onto the back of a trailer…. so they could drive the basket straight back to base!  Got to sit around admiring the view and drinking champagne mixed with sour cherry juice, which was surprisingly nice and went down really easy!   Several champagnes later (and all before breakfast) we trundled back to the pension to get on with the day.

After a quick breakfast, we went to the Goreme Open Air Museum, which was amazing…. and might have been even more amazing if we didn’t have to navigate around truckloads of Japanese tourists and their extremely pushy guides!  😐  The museum is a series of caves that has a number of churches built into them with these amazing early period frescos painted in the ceilings.  There were also a monastery and a nunnery sections built into the cliff sides.

After the Open Air Museum we went for lunch…. kebaps again!  And after lunch we had a bus tour organised to try and get a better look at the Cappadocia region…. which covers about half a dozen townships.   First stop was Derinkuyu (which means Deep Well).  Derinkuyu is an underground city first started about 2000BC by the Hitites who used the underground caves to avoid their enemies.  The city goes down in 8 levels and ends up about 50 odd meters underground.  They had areas caved out for stables, sleeping quarters, kitchens, wine cellar, church and school … everything.  The whole thing is like a maze underground, and if it were not for the benefit of the signs, I think it would be very easy to get lost down there.  They used to drag their livestock and valuables underground when ever there was a threat of invasion, and then roll these massive millstones across the tunnels to block the entrance ways.  Most of the passageways and stairways are so small that even I, at barely 5’0″ had to crouch over almost doubled to go through them.   Yale – you’d never make it down here… the steps are so tiny too, I kept thinking of you having to crab walk your way down them!  🙂

We left Istanbul last night and took the overnight train to Ankara.  The first thing I noticed about this trip is that we seem to have a REAL tour guide!  Last time I did an organised tour, and admittedly that was a good decade ago, our tour guide was a bit hit and miss.  She was an absolute darling and we all loved her dearly, but her general knowledge on where she was leading us was often full of glaring gaps  🙂  For example on an orientation drive through Paris, she gesticulated in the general direction of the Louvre and told us “That’s the Loov museum, where they have lots of famous stuff, like the Mona Lisa and that statue of the lady with no arms”  which you can imagine had us all in giggles.  But the tour guide who is showing us around Turkey is the exact opposite –

Annoying Pack:  Do you happen to know what that building is?

Tour Guide par Excellence:  Yes, that is the Gare de Haydarpasa which is Istanbuls main train station.  It was built in 1909 and underwent extensive restoration in the early 1980s… etc etc etc.

So yay for us having some one to show us around who has some local history and culture happily under their belt.  In addition to that, she seems to have a great grip of the Turkish language which is proving really helpful too.

Anyway back to the train, we got on about 10pm, and DrNick and I were (not surprisingly) assigned a sleeper carriage with the only other couple on the tour, Dandenong Dan and his wife, Gina.  Dandenong Dan likes to collect LED torches and seems to have a problem remember any sort of proper noun, perhaps due to a previously sustained head injury.  His wife Gina likes to highlight things in her guidebook, and dislikes unexpected bird strikes when riding her motorcycle.  :S  Both Dan and Gina like a smoke and a drink or two or three or four… which naturally meant they were in an out the door all night going to the truvalet (ie: toilet – the first Turkish word I learned!)  As travelling companions we could not have been less suited, but there you have it….. they remind me of Ipsnatch and Steady, which is a whole other story I dont have time for right now.

So after trying our luck with the dining car and eventually being driven out of there by the cigarettes, we turned in fairly early around 11pm.  Lets just say it was a long…. long…. long…. night  🙁  I didn’t sleep too well at all unfortunately, and can only imagine how worse off we would have been if we didn’t have the sleeper compartment.   Everytime we went through a tunnel this morning, I kept being reminded of the sleazy Italian man from Eurotip…. and half expected to see him appear in the compartment when we came back into the light!!!   Anyway we get to Ankara, have the briefest glimpse of solid ground and then hit a minibus for the trip to Goreme which is the middle of the Cappadocia region.  This whole area is stunning!!  But more about that tomorrow after we go hot air ballooning at dawn and get a really good look at the place.

This afternoon, we’ve done some pottering around Goreme, and went to a place called Tribal Collections, which is run by a lovely kiwi woman named Ruth who spent about 2 and a half hours teaching us all about Turkish carpets.  It was well worth while, and we learnt heaps.  I’ve fallen in love with two carpets both of which originate in Afghanistan,(which Ruth has kindly offered to put aside for me on hold so I can make up my mind if loving turns to buying!!!  :S) but not sure whether or not to buy as I am promised by MD that his carpet dealing friend Smahel will ‘look after me’ when I hit Quetta….. hmmm decisions decisions.  I guess i could always get one from each place!!!!   😀  Have two days to make up my mind! 

Tonight, we’re trying something called Testi Kebap for dinner, which is apparently some sort of lamb or chicken casesrole in a clay pot that you have to break to get to the food…. local delicacy apparently… but sounds more like local gimmick!

PS….something about trains makes you want to have sex….. dont know why?  Maybe something to do with an old Risky Business fantasty or something!!!  😀  Those of you who remember the 80s know what I’m talking about !!!