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Turkey Day 5 - Cappadocia to EgirdirAug 10, 2005
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The arse won
Lucy & Julie
Beware of the fast but incredibly stupid carvanseray dewelling freak
| Many sore bellies this morning. Everone who went to the Folklore night, except Gükhan and Metim, has had at least one fast dash to the water closet so far today. At the first stop today Andrew made the dash but his arse won the race. He came back with no top on and wearing his t-shirt as shorts and feeling a bit embarrassed. We stopped as a Caravanseray, one of the many castle like buildings the Sultans constructed for caravans travelling the Silk Road. A gander around and some photos. Forty kilometres south later we stopped at another Caravanseray. This one was the Blue Crater at Obruk. It was in a state of disrepair, the walls were mostly up, some arches remained and a small part of the roof. It was constructed using buildings that were abandoned and run down way back when, for example old churches. The crosses in the stones were evident of this. As we walked through the arches to the open rear we could see a crater with a blue glow. As we got closer we saw the blue glow was from the bluest of blue water. Lunch was a yummy Turkish ground meat pizza, it was even better with lemon juice squeezed over the top. I had a local drink of yoghurt and water called ayran. It tasted like, well yoghurt and water, it'd be great if you were eating a spicy meal. In Konya we visited the Mevlana Museum. Mevlana was a guy who reached a very respected level of spiritual enlightenment. He also began the Whirling Deverishes, a type of religious dance where the participants spin for a long time with their right hand raised to accept the love from God and their left hand outstretched and down to spread the love throughout humanity. We saw the dance at the folklore night the other night here we got the story. Stopped by the shores of Lake Egirdir, Turkey's fourth largest lake, threw some stones in and had some apples and bastards. The apples and bastards were grown across the road from where we were parked. The Turkish word for bastard sounds like peach. Our stop for the night was just down the road, again on the shore of the lake. We all went to a restaurant where were given the option of four courses for ten Lira or individual items from the menu. We asked to see the menu and the waiter seemed a bit annoyed. About ten minutes later he brought out a big trolley with all the choices displayed upon it, this was the menu. I'm telling you, paper and the printing press will revolutionize this place. |
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