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Day Tour From Hama

Filed under: Syria — she_travels at 8:59 pm on Sunday, May 2, 2010

There were several stops on the itinerary..I was not really paying much attention to anything other than Krak des Chevaliers,  the premiere castle in the country. Anything else,  along with seeing some county side,  was going to be icing .

Citadel of Shayzar was first on the list. By the by ~ I had come on the journey with a couple from Canada and a driver in a  car, no mini van chock a block full of folk and bonus! I was the lucky gal in the front seat.

“Shayzar is built along the banks of the Orontes River just northwest of Hama, the Syrian town of Shayzar was, for much of its history, a strategic prize for the Muslim and Christian forces who battled for control of the region at the turn of the first millennium.”

Front gate.

I am on the other side of the moat.

Moat from the other side.

and the view!

Some rebel has a pink house.

The fruit trees are thinking it’s spring.

I think maybe Apamea was next…

“Apamea is especially distinguished for its high walls and the main thoroughfare surrounded by columns with twisted fluting. The street, known as the Cardo Maximus to the Romans, is 1.85 km long and 87 meters wide, running directly from north to south. It was lined on both sides with civic and religious buildings.”

Different rocks, different ages.

Can ya believe the arch is still standing?

Citadel at Masyaf was next on the list…

From the pamphlet I was given:

“Masyaf Citadel is one of  the best preserved castles of the Syrian Coastal mountains, it was once the headquarters of the Islamic Nazari Ismaili state. The origins if the fortified site and town date back at least to the 8th century BC. Traces of the Greek,  Roman and Byzantine eras still remain. ”

This place has four levels.

and let us not forget the view!

Look at those razor rocks they are building around.

Most of town is on the opposite side of the hill.

On to Saint George Monastery..

“It is said that the monastery was built over remains of an ancient statue of the god Homerus by the Byzantine emperor Justinian I sometime in the 5th century. The monastery occupies a 6,000 m² land and was built entirely from Byzantine styled stone. The modern church was rebuilt in 1857. Most of the older monastery’s items are preserved and displayed in the monastery. Its entrance features a triple arch and two central supporting columns of Byzantine origin.”

The newer part…cool ceiling.. huh?

Three arch doorway.

The original older part.

Bit of a view from the courtyard.

That is Krac des Chevaliers in the distance.

I am whipped gang..I have been at this all day. I might still have time to finish before I go to Washington next week.

Krac the castle is next…next time.

Mardin

Filed under: Turkey — she_travels at 1:40 pm on Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I do not remember what time it was when I arrived in Mardin, I do remember it was raining and it may have been dark.  There was a hotel very close to where the bus stopped so instead of slogging through the rain I decided to pay what ever the price was…I was prepared for a fair scary number being they had a lift, bell boys and a sitting room with fish in the lobby. It ended up being the most expensive place I stayed in Turkey at 50 lira a night. The good news, it was a very comfy room.

I was so excited when I got up the next morning…would you believe SUN… more sun than I had seen in what seemed days!

I walked up yet another hill between buildings to get….

Pics like this….that is Syria out there.

It was truly a glorious day to be on a hill looking at the view!

Homes on one side, view on the other.

The buildings seemed pieced together from what ever was around.

I was walking in and about the old city, this is the new city down the hill toward Turkey.

Just to the right of the new city. The wire is from a military base at the very top of  the hill I am walking up.

Come on! It’s just cool!

This was as far up the hill as I could get.

This is to the left of the pics of  the huge view. I would have gone a bit farther around the bend but I had disturbed 14 dogs (yes, I counted) sunbathing, one was very concerned I was there. I chose to go back the way I had come instead of insisting they let me pass. No matter, I wanted to see town which was down the hill the other way anywho.

At some point  I started snapping pics of doors,  all kinds of doors!

Bit O town, nothing seems to be going on here….maybe it was to early still.

This was father up the street a bit.

Found the market, the white is cheese.

The shop keepers drink tea, all day long…someone has to bring it to them, thus the dude in blue.

Up next, crossing in to Syria. I don’t think those pics are uploaded yet so it may be a few days.

Day 28… times three?

Filed under: Turkey — she_travels at 7:54 am on Saturday, April 24, 2010

OK , these pics were uploaded from a computer other than mine, I am feeling like they are a bit different. No matter..pics are pics.

You can kind tell here where the erosion has been, cause it s flat on the top.

Flat-ish, valleys with the wacky rock and hills above. Truly an odd bit of land.

Who is the only one on the road, again. Though this time I am on my feet.

I was headed to where the rocks are red but by the time I got to where I could see the road it was some distance off. I thought about going back to town to rent a scooter, sadly it was starting to rain before I was at the scooter place. Not to worry, I wanna visit again either in the fall or the spring.

These are the last of the Cappadicoa pics…next up a bus ride from Goreme to Urfa.

Day 26 ~ Alpea’s Tour

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 2:51 pm on Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Or at least his name sounded something like Alpea. I only heard it once,  I could be wrong.

During breakfast an Aussie couple was talking about the underground city tour. I figured I was joining them. When the van pulled up,  a tall,  full of energy guy leaped out  the door.

I asked “Are you going to the underground city?”

He said “Yes” Then looked at a bit of paper in his hand “SOS, one, yep that’s you, lets go.” He took two strides back to the mini van when I said “How do you know I am the One you are looking for?”  He spun around looking confused, I repeated… “There are others from SOS going to the underground city, how do we know I am your One.” “Good point.” We were both facing SOS when Vulcan came running down the hill. The guy from the van said something then Vulcan nodded, smiled and waved to me.  Ok then I am his One.

The driver and two Asian guys were the only people in the van with Alpea and me. I do not know who we picked up next or next but in the end I was in the mini van with the driver, Alpea, six guys from Japan, a couple from Italy, a couple from Canada,  a couple from Ankara, Turkey and two gals from France. Four of the Japanese guys were picked up at the same place, I figured they were collage-ish pals.

Alpea gave us his real name then shorten it to Alpea and told us the days itinerary.

First stop, a view point above the canyon I had stomped about in the night before.

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Next up the underground city..after a 50 minute ride…

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Rocks ….

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Wacky hills…

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and herds O goats.

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This church was outside the entry to the underground city.

From Wikipedia: Derinkuyu Underground City was opened for visitors as of 1969 and to date, only ten percent of the underground city is accessible for tourists. Its eight floors extend at a depth of approximately 85 m.

The underground city at Derinkuyu has all the usual amenities found in other underground complexes across Cappadocia, such as wine and oil presses, stables, cellars, storage rooms, refectories, and chapels. Unique to the Derinkuyu complex and located on the second floor is a spacious room with a barrel vaulted ceiling. It has been reported that this room was used as a religious school and the rooms to the left were studies.

The large 55 m ventilation shaft appears to have been used as a well. The shaft also provided water to both the villagers above and, if the outside world was not accessible, to those in hiding.

Some of these pics were with a flash some were not…

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Religious school

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Baptism pool, less the water.

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One of the Japanese guys was snookered and teased by the ladies selling dolls. He came back to the van laughing. The ladies were still laughing when we left. I did not hear the joke.

The town of Ihlara has a bit of building which look like this…

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Next on the agenda a riverside, canyon stroll.

From Wikipedia : The dramatic Ihlara Valley gorge, cut by a small stream (the Melendiz Suyu) through the volcanic Cappadocian landscape, holds about 60 Byzantine churches, chapels, monasteries and hermits’ caves dating from the 11th to 13th centuries.

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Alpea and one of  the Canadians are in black and red.

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A church built in rock, the door is in the left corner. It was something to see. The inside was covered in …

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Frescoes

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Three wise men. Much of the bible was on the walls, the lighting was not great and flash degrades the art.

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I was pretty happy wandering along the trail. Alpea at one point decided to wait on me. When I was close enough he said “You are always the last.”  I replied “It’s all about the photos.”

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There were several spots where one had to maneuver over and around rocks, it was raining a bit so slippery was everything. For what ever reason the 4 Japanese guys decided I was their responsibility, I was given a hand every time anyone of them decided I was better off with help. Another one of those times when I would have been fine alone but accepting help makes people feel really good, I let them have it.

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One of the Japanese guy was in front of me with one if the french gals. He turned, pointing to the large cave whispering “Mouse house?”  I nodded then said “Dragon Den”  He much preferred my answer.

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Even with help from one of the Japanese guys I managed to land on my ass in the mud. I was reaching for a branch to help steady me and found it was a thorn bush. I was laughing way before I hit the grown. The Japanese guy looked horrified at first then started to laugh so everyone joined in before I was out of  the mud. Alpea later said he had gone down two days before and had the scars from Wolverine to prove it. (three long gashes on his palm)

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I love this one.

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My Japanese protectors. I think they were posing at the french gals request but the Italian guy and I both took the opportunity to have snap a shot as well.  Did I mention they were singing “Stand by me” together for most of the walk. They were great fun and full of energy.

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Alpea had the driver to stop at what looked like a view point. The was one of the views..

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and this..

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and this.

Little did I know the first photo from the view point is…

From Wikipedia : Selime Monastery, the biggest rock-cut monastery of Cappadocia with a cathedral sized church. Selime monastery was carved by the monks in the 13th century and apart from the church has monks quarters, a large kitchen, and stables for animals. The walls were once decorated with frescoes of which very little remains.

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When I arrived at the top, mind you muddy steep hill with wacky water trench looking things in the rock, Alpea said “Nice climbing” I grinned saying “At least I managed to not land on my ass this time.” The view point is just to the right of this photo.

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This was the view from outside of ….

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This room.

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See the trench ..it was to small for a foot so ya kinda had to shift your weight back and forth while moving you feet along the wall. Spiderman would have been proud of me.

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It was fairly nasty on the way back.

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We musta stopped at another fairy chimney view point in the way back.

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Wacky colors.

Last in the days events was a visit to an onyx factory where they showed us the grades and colors of onyx along with how they cut it. There was a showroom upstairs, they were serving apple tea and hopin you would spend some money on the pretty rocks.  I did not see anything I could not live with out but the Italian gal showed me her fav, it was a Turkish Turquoise string necklaces with gold filling the inconsistencies in the stone, the price was just over 3 grand. Pretty though, I was allowed to touch it.

By the time we were out of  the show room is was dark, it was even more so by  the time my feet found SOS. I dropped my bag in my room and popped upstairs to let them know I was back and ready for bed. They offered me dinner but after 7 days of moving every day, the very social fun dinner for the night before and a full day of being with people my head was pounding so I was off to bed.

The next morning it was not any better, even with two different pain killers in me I had a migraine. I had pushed my body and brain into rebellion.

I did not go anywhere Day 27.

No worries, Day 28 dawned with sunshine and energy.

Day 24 ~ Ermenck to Karaman

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 9:52 am on Sunday, February 28, 2010

I was starting to feel a bit of pressure to get to Cappadocia before heading for Syria. Had I not paid $131 for the Syrian visa I would put all my energy into Turkey.  As it is I am not going to get to Egypt.

I got up that morning looking for a way out while snapping pics. I had located a satellite photo of Ermenck with the Otogar labeled online. I had a descent view of town but was not sure if what I was looking at was the bus station. The map also mentioned a stadium I could not locate.

I went back to the hotel thinking I would pack, come back down and ask the guy in the shop next door. All I needed him to understand was Dolmus (minibus) Mut.

In the end I was charmed once again, when I walked out of the ally the hotel was in with my pack a bus pulled up. I asked “Mut?”. He looked confused, I then said “Otogar?”  He pointed down the street, then to the bus. I started to to walk down the street when both he and the lady who had stepped off  the bus started to laugh. Ok, where did I go wrong, they both pointed to the bus steps.  Right, I will get on the bus.

Then I found out what the giggling was about, not only was the otogar some distance it was also almost straight down the hill. I could have done it but hell, the bus guy kind enough to offer me a ride.

When I got off the bus guy pointed at me for the ticket man and said “Mut”. I saw the sign on a bus for Karaman, and told him I wanted to go there, on that big bus ( i thought I had to switch buses in Mut, it was the only reason I was going back.)

They took me to the correct ticket counter…no one spoke English,  again one breaks out their trusty notebook. I wrote down  where I was going,  in case I was saying it wrong,  and they wrote down how much. Ya gotta love the fact that numbers are numbers the world over.

Ok, pics of Ermenck..

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They live on a mountain against a rock wall with the valley lake and river below.

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I finally figured out why so many are milling about outside the bus…smoking..have I mentioned about every man in this land smokes.

Pics of  the space between Ermenck and Karaman…

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Mountain trying to show his self.

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The square in Karaman. It was great fun to plop down on a bench, munch on a orange and watch the world go by. I walked about town a bit as well….it’s a very tidy place. Bit tough to navigate, no brown signs telling you were the interesting things are, no maps, hell I could not even find a postcard to help me out.

I stayed in a very nice room, something your granny would have put together with matching rose dust ruffle, bedspread and pillow case. The bathroom was sparkling. I think there was a school behind cause..whew the noise til about 4am. No matter I have ear plugs.


Day 18 ~ Dalyan Redux

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 3:56 am on Monday, February 22, 2010

So sorry for  the delay, no wireless available though I am getting a few “American, here?” from people.  Seems I am a bit off the path many choose.  The locals are far more accustom to Germans, more on that later.

Right then…the bus stopped in what looked like the Dalyan  town square. In view there was a street with shops, a mosque, many men sitting about chatting on park benches and what seemed to be a café. There was not visible sign saying “Tombs this way”.

I set off in the direction of the sea, thinking I needed to cross the water to see the tombs. Not far out from where I started I was against a hill with what I thought was to much flat ground, the streets were empty. While standing there a mite confused, I remembered the bus guy in Fethiya showing me a picture of the river, the sea and beach between them…ok so I am not looking for ocean, I am looking for a river. Hmm if I came from that way and that way is the sea….let’s try…. My feet choose a direction, good choice too cause I found the river.

Looking at the paved path I realized this was the way most people went and by gum when I looked back toward were the bus had come I saw the mosque. So, this path is directly behind the mosque, easy enough to stay unlost…river/mosque. I am good now.

I walked along the river away from the mosque, it didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. I was under the impression one HAD to take a boat to see the tombs…not so much…if you are on the correct part of the river all is well.

I clicked a few pics then went looking for a bathroom. During my search I came across one of the very few shop keepers with an open store. While I was flipping through the postcards on the side walk he came out to say hi. Very nice guy, I had a postcard in my hand split in four parts , one picture was the face of the tombs, one was of turtles (the beach everyone talks about is closed during turtle hatching season) one was of the beach and the last looked to be canals. I was curious about the last. I  asked the shop keeper what he knew about the boats,  would it be possible to find someone to take me out for a price I am willing to pay. I knew from research the “season” doesn’t start until April, matter of fact the only reason this guy was in the store was setting up for the season.

The shopkeeper said he didn’t know anyone with a boat (he is not really from here but north someplace) then he thought for a minute, raised his hand, turned  and walked down the street. He came back with a very cute guy, he said he had talked the cute guy down from a higher price and found something not this guy was willing to take, cause his boat was being painted, but a friend of his could do it. He then asked  me if I wanted to follow the cutie on the bike or if I wanted the boat to come get me. I was happy to go with the cutie. I thanked the shop keeper after I bought three postcards.  I was off with the hottie on the bike, though he was walking with me. The cutie started to talk, perfect English this guy had. What the heck was all the conversation with the shop keeper in Turkish?  This place is a hoot!

Cutie  owns the bar down the street and had just arrived back after a six week holiday in Thailand. He asked where I was from and wondered if I was out alone (People need company). I told him I like to travel alone cause I meet more people. He went on to say his friend was coming to help with the boat, we walked the path back toward the mosque, just past it he stopped in front of a boat in a very long line of boats tied to the sea wall. He announced “This one is mine”  wait I thought his was being painted, oh well just go with it.

A guy came running past me jumping in the boat cutie said was his. I sat on the park bench waiting. They fiddled with the engine, talked, fiddled some more, got it to run then cutie hopped out of the boat with a plastic jug and said something to me I didn’t catch, he repeated the word then switched to British English “Petrol” and was off in his bike.

Once he was back with gas he two of them decided all was well. I was offered a hand in to the boat, can’t have the tourist falling in the sea. When I was seated, cutie hopped out to the sea wall, untied the boat and waved goodbye. Aww, this would have been fun with him.

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Oops, this is sunrise in Fethiya from my balcony…goodness what a view.

Pics from the boat..

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It may be a less expensive to go with a bunch of people, but I was happy being the lone person going.

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Sheeps

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I am just sure if  we could see behind the cloud there would be snow caps. I am not complaining cause I had a very fine day with plenty of sun.

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If you look close you can see the ruins of something, perhaps the same people who made the rock tombs.

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Imagine this place with boats full of tourists running back and forth… I am happy to pay a bit more for the quite. One should always travel in low season, sure your dealing with some things be closed or rotten weather but at least you are not dealing with heaps of people.

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Turtle beach. I think they call it something else.

From Wikipedia :

Dalyan is a town in Muila Province located between the well-known districts of Marmaris and Fethiye on the south-west coast of Turkey. The town is an independent municipality, within the administrative district of Ortaca.

Dalyan achieved international fame in 1986 when developers wanted to build a luxury hotel on the nearby Iztuzu Beach, a breeding ground for the endangered loggerhead sea turtle species. The incident created major international storm when David Bellamy championed the cause of the conservationists. The development project was stopped and the beach is now a protected area.

Life in Dalyan revolves around the Dalyan Çaye River which flows past the town. The boats that ply up and down the river, navigating the maze of reeds, are the preferred means of transport to all the local sites.

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I was out there wearing my fleece and these guys were playing in the water. Brrr!

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I understand these are markers for the turtle people during hatching season.

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This is such a nice photo…imagine it in high season chock a block full of boats.

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We went back the way we had come out to the beach but it all seemed new enough to me. The bird in this pic is just a bonus.

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Someone has to make all those tourist boats.

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Bits of the ride back to Fethiye. Straight takes you through a tunnel, I think the exit here if for those not allowed in the tunnel.

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More planted forest.

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I can’t figure the green house situation here…is is not warm enough to grow so they do this. Or is there to much rain, to much sun? What is the deal cause the green houses are everywhere!

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Right  then, I decided since I had taken the minibus that morning to the bus station that I would walk back. I had a fair idea of which way to go cause there was hill-ish to my left and sea some distance but sea none the less to my right…then I found the canal that would go to the open market the Scottish lady and I had a look at a few days ago. I set off following the canal, I continued to check where the hill was to my left…at one point I saw this……

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Dang silly tombs I went  to Dalyan to see are RIGHT here in Fethiya. Shezz! I would have gone looking for a better view but it was getting dark and I was still not sure how far from my sea view room I was. In the end it  was after dark when I got back, took just over an hour to walk from the bus station to my room.

Next up.. Olympos.

Day 16 ~ Denizli to Fethiye

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 2:36 pm on Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I bought my bus ticket yesterday, ten minutes after I decide Fethiye would be my next stop.  I was told to walk 50 meters from the place I was staying to the bus stop, the bus will be arriving at 8am. I found out this morning I have no idea what 50 meters looks like, no matter some kind soul was out sweeping his stoop, “Is the bus here?”  He pointed down the road,  I kept walking..around the bend I saw people standing next to,  what I remember looking like,  a telephone post. “Denizli?” I asked. The lady closest to me nodded.  The bus arrived not two minutes later, we left the stop at 15 to eight…shezz,  good thing I am never late.

Pamukkale is 15-ish minutes from Denizli, my bus was not to leave there until 9am, you would think I was feeling pretty good about the timing but as the driver got closer to town the more he stopped, people would get on or off depending…when I realized all these people were going to work I started to wonder if he was even going to stop at the main bus station.  Yeah, I look all calm and cool on the outside but here are days I am paddling like a mad mad duck under it all.

When I saw the Otogar (bus station) sign I was very happy indeed. Then the ole boy didn’t go in the parking lot…never mind I can walk…I followed a guy I saw with a bag, come to find out I had been dropped on the back side of the station, dude with a bag found me a door.

The man who sold me the ticket told me to show it to anyone at the station,  I would then get direction to where I needed to be, remember this place is an airport but with more chaos cause…not so much with the signage.  My feets took me to a familiar sign, “Where you go?” I showed him my ticket, he raised his hand and waved it in the direction farthest from where we were standing.  I got half way across the parking lot without getting squished by a bus when I heard “Where you go?”   I think its interesting, every time I heard this phrase in Asia I would cringe and want to scream, here..I just answer the question.  Some times I just say “That way” Sometime I am far more forthcoming but I always answer.

Anywho, I handed the man my ticket, he pointed in the same direction as the first guy had, when my feets landed on the sidewalk I saw a man ahead of me waving..sure what the hell, when I got to where he was there were three guys all of them wanting to know where I am going, in the end the tall one claimed me.. he showed me the bus with the correct name, I said “This bus?” He said “Yes/No” * Huh? did I hear that right.?  “This bus?  He pointed to the park branch behind me…yeah ok cool I will sit.

Once seated I looked a bit harder at the sign on the bus, it said “Fethiye”, something that looked a bit like Dalmation but was not and “Ortaca”  I knew these were some of the names of the towns it was going to hit,  under the town names there was a eight with two zeros. I kept thinking it was  the price of admission bit I had paid 20l. Then it hit me…. that was the eight oclock bus, there was no one on it, mine was not til 900.  I have no idea why there was a 8 bus when I was told the 1st one was at 9, it would seem no one knew there was an 8.

In the end the tall guy took the sign off the bus just before a driver moved it.

I do not remember the time but I think I sat there for a good 45 minutes, this gave me plenty of time to take in the happenings of a Turkish Otogar. The things I can now tell you, the guys asking “where to you go? ” are doing it to everyone it’s not just cause I carry a backpack and seem to need help. The  most interesting bit,  the tall gay is a hawker..yeah, what is up with that….he was yelling the names listed on the bus sign…he was asking everyone who pasted if they were going to Fethiye..hawkers, at a bus station. Wacky… by the by I found out he, the most adorable guy sitting next to me and  the vendor at the closest food stand are NOT by any means Turkish, they are Kurdish, very proud if it and believe themselves very good men…to prove it “Would you like Turkish Tea, No money, No money”  “Yes, please.”

Whew! I am so glad I like Turkish Tea, I drink enough of it.

Ok, on with the pics, remember the mountains I was talking about yesterday…we are headed right in to them. Again, most of these pics were taken through a dirty bus window at speeds. These pics are in sequence as we zipped down the roads.

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I loved the tree speckled landscape.

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I have decided all the forest I have seen is planted.

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Mountains, Mountains everywhere.

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This is my kinda place, 940 residents, middle of  the mountains and a creek through the middle.

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See the road about middle screen.. we were there.

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Bit O bad road.

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I am from Colorado and I was still impressed!

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Look at that crazy straight up peek hiding a huge snow capped mountain.

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Sure is GREEN down there.

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I will finish the Fethiye bit of today tomorrow..I am an need of a nice hot shower to warm me up and a good sleep.

Day Fourteen ~ Feb 14th

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 9:05 am on Sunday, February 14, 2010

Most Happy Valentines Day to all!

Sirince, Turkey

The story goes that Sirince was formerly inhabited by Ottoman Greeks and named Kirkinca (“Forty-ish”), which the locals pronounced Çirkince, which means “sort of ugly” (which it certainly is not).

After the exchange of populations following World War I, Turks from Greece were moved here. They changed the name to Sirince (shee-REEN-jeh, “sort of sweet, charming”).

Some say the Orthodox Christian Greeks who lived here formerly were famed for the excellence of their wine. Others say the Muslim Turks who moved here pretty much started the wine trade, but in any case production has been continued (or re-started), and you can taste the results and judge for yourself when you visit. They sell red, white and rose, dry and sweet.

Besides grape wines, the locals sell many fruit wines, including apple, apricot, banana, blackberry, blueberry,  mulberry (black, and white), mandarin orange, melon, orange, peach, quince, sour (Morello) cherry and strawberry.

Me? I stayed away from the wine instead I had tea and conversation with the uncle of a silversmith. This silversmith is known to have supplied all the jewelry for Brad Pitt’s film, Troy.  We had a delightful conversation with my apple tea then I was lead to the hill going to a church with a view. I was invited back to the silver shop for more tea (he was hoping the electricity would be on by then) but by the time I had chatted a bit with the ladies at the top of the hill, walked down and around after a few photos the weather was starting to turn. I could not talk myself in to going back, up and around in the pouring rain and wind.

On the the photos.

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Oops, this one was behind the bus station, I was taken with the oranges on the tree.  I am told they are not at all nice to eat.

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The main “Square”… the place felt a bit like Estes Park to me with the shops and tourist strolling about, in and out of wine shops, sweets shops, lined shops, knick nack shops… though I understand “it’s very quiet today” …dang! glad I was there in the off season, must be a regular circus in summer.

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Dog on the roof,  I laughed!

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I walked a bit off the beaten path before meeting the silver shop man.

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I am thinking  that is a graveyard.

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This guy and his goats nearly did me in. I was coming around the bend when he was sliding down the hill behind me. He only had control of the one goat, who may have been a sheep, two of the others were going hell bent for leather down the hill. I decided my best course if action was to freeze. It worked, the whole lot bounced right past me, then his neighbor decide to help him restore order.

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Many choices they have.

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Teeny Tiny stoned streets.

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In a land where EVERYONE wears navy blue and black, this shocked me, even from the distance I was floored.

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Oops, I forgot to say, I thought the bus was leaving for Pamukkale at 10:30… It actually leaves at 9:30, I missed it today..I will give it another go tomorrow.  No matter I managed to find Sirince today.

Day Five ~ Redux

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 11:06 pm on Friday, February 5, 2010

It’s just past 6am here,  not daylight yet but I think, by golly,  I think I am looking at wide spread blue sky….HOLY Buckets!  Don’t hold your breath,  I could be wrong.

Back to yesterday…

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Bits of a castle wall I walked up a mighty hill to see.

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Castle wall during a short lived appearance by the sun.  Sir  sky is trying to be blue.

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View from the top….you can just make out some of the high rise buildings of Istanbul beyond the hill center image.

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I passed this shop on the way up the hill, figured I would have a peak on the way back, sadly the place was closed. I am not a spender but I would have purchased oneof these very fun Pinocchio dolls.

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Fun huh?

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Smattering of a military presents up that way.

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This shot is partly about the cell towers along with a bit about the sunshine.

Right then, it is day six and I am still in Istanbul…dang, so much to see and experience.

Day Five ~ Feb 5th

Filed under: Photos,Turkey — she_travels at 2:08 pm on Friday, February 5, 2010

I thought I was on my way to a park on a hill for a good view..somehow I ended up in a boat through the Bosphorus.  It was not so much a tour as a local boat which travels up and down but once it gets to the other end it stops for several hours.  So..on to the pics…

Random from last night…

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The pond was filled sometime yesterday.

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Sophia from a different angle, I only found the blue last night.

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Goodness, everyone is wearing dark colors.

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Birds are a plenty on the sea shore.

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The old and the new.

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I was told this castle wall was constructed in the form of a symbol to represent …someone’s god. This info was given to me  by a Spanish lady through a Spanish guy who learned English in Nigeria by listening to John Denver albums. Come on, ya don’t hear stories like that every day!

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Very pretty house to the left, cafe in the middle (those are tables you are looking at) and the not so pretty house to the right.

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The Black Sea once upon a time was a lake, then some wacky earthquake or some such decided to break a strip of land between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean, that bit of water is called the Bosphours. What you see in the distance is the Black Sea.

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I am not going to last much longer..I will finish this tomorrow.

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