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Exploring little village sirinci
Legend has it the village started in 4AD by freed slaves under the feudal system n named their village ugly fugly to discourage other visitors! There s a lovely market in the centre if village filled with handicrafts, crochet, felt etc. A very relaxed and laid back atmosphere with genuinely nice villagers. After walking around for a little while we rest of weary feet at a local restaurant called something starts with an "O". Their Turkish pancake called ...
Kusadasi
Today we drove from Pamukkale to Kusadasi. Another hot day reaching 39 degrees. Our first stop was a visit for two and a half hours to the Temple of Aphrodite at Aphrodisias. This was a very interesting place as even though they are doing a lot of reconstruction work there is a lot that is still original. There was a lot of people working ...
How can I take your money today?
... as Portugal, Italy and Spain. Our tour guide reckons that the EU decision makers may be more concerned about admitting the first Muslim country to the EU as well as then having the EU bordering the Middle East at places like Syria, Iran and Iraq. It’s easy to believe that the EU likes the idea of a modern and moderate Turkey providing a buffer between its border and the troubled Middle East. And by the way, our tour guide here leaves our lazy Moroccan guide for ...
Day 11
... there and headed back to town. Sometime I would like to return when the weather is cooler and the crowds are smaller.
When we returned to Kusadasi, Ty went out rug shopping, Brian worked out, and the kids and I went to Christopher’s favorite restaurant – Victorias. This was the same restaurant where the owner, Mustafa, was so kind to us. Of course he still remembered us by name. He brought ...
Sausages, Swedes, and Sunsets
... was a blonde guy and the boys were guessing where he may be from, so I opened the dining room window and we asked him. Our deduction that he must be Scandinavian, and probably Swedish, due to the blonde hair and the yellow motorbike, turned out to be completely wrong. His name was Ruud and he was in fact Dutch. He stuck his head in the window and we ended up having a very nice chat for over an hour. ...
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