4ODA Cave House
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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The high plateau is so so flat and consists of rock made from pumice and tufa from the surrounding volcanoes. It's so soft that it is easily tunnelled, and the villages have ordinary looking houses on top but under each they have cut tunnels, rooms, kitchens, bedrooms, store houses, and all linked together. So they can hide themselves and their crops ...
... the hotel for breakfast and then we set out on the bus again. Firstly we went to the Goreme Museum where we saw a monastery and several chapels and kitchens etc. all carved into the caves. This area was actually Christian for quite some time. Next we saw wonderful views of Pigeon Valley and next we had loads of fun at the turquoise jewellery manufacturers – yeh for Lina! Lunch was nice but ...
This was the beginning of a great adventure! The bus trip was interesting across the plain of Ko
nya. This is the end of the growing season so the fields, as far as the eye can see, are fallow and being prepared for the winter. This is known as the bread basket of Turkey - wheat is the predominant crop. Aydin gives us the benefit of his knowledge on the carpet industry in ...
... Pigeons were sacred and their dropping were collected for fertiliser. Each pigeon house was owned by a family, once a year they would climb into the mountain caves and collect the droppings and eggs. Not an easy feat. Visited an underground city in Derinkuyu, completely carved out by hand….. completely blew me away…. Visited a winery for wine tasting, a nut and seed store and a precious stones making business.
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We are squeezed into the back of a van, hurtling along a darkened highway at approximately five hundred miles an hour. Elias is on my lap; Olivia is squeezed up against Cindy. The seatbelt unrolls from a springloaded mechanism in the middle of the ceiling, but there is nowhere to plug it in, so Elias plays with it by pulling it out and swinging on it, like Tarzan. But we have no need for seatbelts; we are surrounded on all sides by luggage so if there is an ...