Update One
While in Turkey I contracted a nasty virus which has laid me off training for several months. I am slowly on the road to recovery but by no means fully fit yet in any way. I am running very slowly and hopefully will become faster with time. Because there was such a sudden stop to my blog I have decided to copy and paste some emails which Mr B wrote while we were overseas. This way there is a record of our journeys and I will return to training blogs as soon as possible.
So here we go back to 15 June 2012 - Cappadocia Turkey
Well, I guess you get what you you pay for ....
Our hotel in
Kappadokya (Turkish spelling) does have some good points - it does have a bed and a
bathroom, and most things work, and there are some nice traditional
furnishings on the wall. And the people running the place seem to be
lovely
But on the other hand ...
- the Muscara Cave Hotel in
Goreme turns out to be the Anitta Hotel in Cavusin - no cave, and up a
very narrow alleyway so impossible to find without guidance
- no air conditioning, with the days in the high 30s - and no fans either ...
- bed is hard and the pillows lumpy
- door handle is falling off, though at least it locks from the inside
- no room servicing, so no sheets or towels changed
-
no shower screen or curtain so the bathroom is flooded each time you
use the shower - mind you not much hot water either so showers are quick
-
the taps are the wrong way around - red for cold, blue for lukewarm -
and the bathroom fittings all seem to have lean on them ...
- a 10 minute gurgle each time you flush the toilet as the cistern refills
-
only one channel on the TV, great if you want to watch the soccer, in
fact I can hear the excitable Turkish commentator through the wall now
....
- mustn't complain too much about the Internet connection, as it now actually works ....
We
were the only guests on the night we arrived, so were given the "best"
room, so hate to imagine what the others are like .... But the the
people running the hotel are very friendly and obliging, and I'm not
sure I have the heart to tell them. They did come out at midnight on
our arrival night to help us find our way.
But putting all that
aside, Kapadokya is the most amazing place - it well and truly lives up
to everything you might have seen or heard. The scenery is a
veritable moonscape, with the plunging canyons and valleys, sparse
vegetation and the vertical rock outcrops known as "fairy chimneys", or
sometimes as " rude boys" due to their shape .... The rock faces, and
even some of the chimneys, have been excavated to provide living
accommodation, something that goes back to hundreds of years BC - mostly
abandoned these days, but occasionally they have been rebuilt into
hotels or restaurants.
The ultimate manifestation of this
living in the ground is the underground cities - apparently over 30 of
them have been discovered, though only a handful are open to the
public. We visited Derrinkuyu, which goes 8 stores into the ground and
accommodated up to 10,000 people - not a place for the claustrophobic,
or the unfit given the many stairs, and easy to get lost in the maze of
tunnels and chambers. They were built to provide respite from the heat
of summer and cold of winter, and as protection from invaders - you can
still see the massive round stone doors that were rolled across the
entrance tunnels.
It was a long trip from Istanbul to here - 12
hours, due to a two hour traffic jam on the Istanbul ring road, and an
hour stop at factory outlets. The freeway was pretty easy once outside
of Istanbul, and even the country roads were often dual carriage and not
much traffic. There does seem to be a lot of road construction going
on and road surfaces are sometimes a bit rough but driving here seems
pretty straightforward .... so far!
25 June 2012
Well, I may have been a little premature about the the Anitta Hotel
(that's to say I may have been, as it were, wrong ... ) - seems they did
have proper cave rooms, nice and cool on hot days and with proper
modern bathrooms. They were located in the basement and someone didn't
think to ask ... We discovered this on our day of departure when
complaining to new Brisbane friends about how hot our room was, and they
couldn't understand what we were on about.
But I stand by my comments on the door handle, it still fell off in your hand....
On
to Kalkan, a holiday town on the Mediterranean coast. An overnight
stop in Konya on the way, an unremarkable city in middle Turkey, then
over the mountains and down to the coast. Much of it on good driving
roads, a chance for a bit of "proper" driving ... Some of the roads are
three lane, and, nominally, the upwards direction would have priority
use of the middle lane. In practice, however, it paid to watch
carefully and be prepared to squeeze over if need be ..... According to
the car temp gauge it reached 47 degrees, and it certainly felt like a
furnace when you stepped outside of the air conditioning.
Our
hotel in Kalkan was a cut above, with a pool and bar and decent
restaurant. All of the other guests were middle aged English couples,
out to work on their early summer tans - their days seemed to be big
brekkie, laze by the pool, big lunch, laze by the pool, a G&T at the
bar, then the big effort of the day would be a gentle stroll into town
for a big dinner at one of the harbour view restaurants before catching a
taxi back, and a nightcap at the bar. Borek, the hotel owner must have
made a fortune from the meals and drinks ... And they didn't seem to
understand why they generally took on the proportions of beached whales
....
Then one day, in blew Brookie, a stunning 24 year old from
Melbourne in advertising, traveling around Europe by herself .... She
had all the men eating out of hand, her typical approach was to chat up
some young English speaking local who would offer to show her around,
after which she would take him out to dinner. Seemed to work a treat,
there must have been broken hearts all over Spain and Italy, and now
Turkey. She had tried water skiing, jet skiing and paragliding off a
cliff, and spent thousands on clothes, shoes and handbags, she was
someone who wasn't going to die wondering....
We did spend one
day at the local beach, a stony affair with lovely cool water great for
swimming. We hired a wicker umbrella and beach loungers, on the theory
that the umbrella would protect us from the sun. It did not, and as a
consequence we both ended up with a severe case of sunburn. Not sure if
it was the sun or something eaten, but that night witnessed a major
chunder on my part ....
One day in Kalkan we went sailing in a
gulet, a traditional wooden Turkish yacht (not that they used the sails
or even had any ..) Most of the gulets had names with a nautical
connection such as Bermuda, or Albatross, or Baba Dogan, but ours for
some unfathomable reason was called Dennis. So we went sailing in
Dennis across the blue blue sea, stopping here and there to jump off for
a swim, viewing the ruins of the sunken city at Kekova and eating a big
lunch. Most of the other passengers were Turkish and there was no
English commentary, but a lovely day none the less.
My big treat
in Kalkan was a Turkish shave and haircut, and massage and general
groom, at a kuafor (or barber) called, as it happened, Sweeney Todd ....
So there was some trepidation, but all went well. Until he lit a taper
and abruptly stuck it in my ear, that being the method for dealing with
the unseemly presence of ear hair .... felt very relaxed and smooth
afterwards,
Then we stayed in Marmaris for a couple of days, a
holiday town with all the class of the tacky end of the Gold Coast, full
of package tourists, many from Russia and its former satellites these
days. Its interest for us was as a base for a day trip to the Greek
islands, more particularly the island of Rhodes. Over on the high speed
catamaran, a bus tour around some of the main sights ... "on the left
the high court, on the right the city hall, on the left ... on the right
... " almost as bad as watching the tennis. And a stroll through the
old town. Made a welcome change from things Turkish, though not as
picturesque as some of the other Greek islands. Also a reminder that
things are a bit more expensive in the euro zone than in Turkey. The
Costa Fortunesca, a sister ship to the one that sank off the Italian
coast a few months ago was in port, and we could see that the crew was
assiduously practicing their lifeboat drill, just in case ...
Now
we are in Kusadasi, another seaside resort favoured by the big cruise
ships. We are staying in a restored caravansarei, built in the 1500s to
provide protection and shelter for traders on the old Silk Road from
Asia. A massive square stone structure built around a central open
courtyard with the rooms opening off the upper colonnaded terrace and
carpet shops and eating facilities down stairs. Something like it must
have been in its heyday, but without the smell and with all mod cons
....
To be continued::
