Uncle Velvet's Bojon Adventure travel blog

Lunch along the Tigris.

High above the Tigris.

Tombstones.

Parched flowers.


To be sure, Turkish people are some of the friendliset and most helpful on the planet, but they also dole out more bad information per capita then anywhere else. So it was that we were unable to find our way onto anymore buses that day to our planned next stop in the town of Mardin and instead jumped on a bus that happened to be leaving next to Diyarbakir and from there on to the little town of Hasenkeyf, a gorgeous honey-coloured village clinging to the rocks of a gorge above the Tigris River. It was a pretty simple little stop, as far as they go. We had a pleasant lunch along the river, scrambled about the ruins atop the cliff as the sun slowly dipped beneath the horizon and then were invited to join somegentleman for tea, melon and idle chit-chat.



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