Batihan Hotel Kusadasi
Ilica Mevkii Kusadasi, Turkish Aegean Coast, 09440 , Turkey
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It's a Pamukkale Christmas
... I forgot the cord to connect my camera to my computer. Sorry everyone. We walked around the "travertines" or calcite pools at Pamukkale and they made us take off our shoes. I think I returned with only 9 toes because it was so cold and rough on your feet. Oh well, the stray dogs at Pamukkale can have it! The sights were very beautiful there, ...
Turkey: Part 1 - Kusadasi
... of sleep, I feel like I can fall asleep anywhere….I’ve slept in busses when it’s loud, on the floor of busses, on the concrete waiting at the ports, laying in the sun, on planes, on boats, in tiny train cars… you name it, we’ve probably taken a nap there.
Monday morning we had classes for a few hours at the hotel. The lesson concentrated on International IQ for Turkey. After classes ended around ...
SW Turkey: Seaside Romps (another epic tale)
... 8221; Ozer said. “Even if pension full, you sleep my home!” :)
Selcuk
We couchsurfed again in Selcuk, our final stop by the (this timeAegean) Sea. Our hosts, CSer Mehmet, his son Emre, and his brother (Alibaba) and sister-in-law (Elmas), were the kindest, most gracious and hospitable hosts we could have asked for. They welcomed us, housed us, fed us, escorted us, taught us, and guided us for 4 days. They have a kebab house ...
Effusing over Ephusus
... br> We had Turkish delight and a choice of drinks while we watched the various carpets being displayed. The presentation was very similar to Tunisia although here there were also some modern rug designs. Then the harder sel camel, with extra people coming in to talk to individuals. We had no intention of buying and didn’t.
After lunch on board and a bit of a break Irene Raewyn and I wandered the market for a couple of hours. We didn’t buy much and even had to search ...
Pebbles, Stones, Marble and Thread.
... glory of the empire alluding to green paper gods, residence of the elite, ruling class.
Rounding a corner along the Sacred Way, a marble street lined with colonnades, I find the 110 square meter Agora (marketplace) that housed all of the city’s shops. This massive space is now almost entirely empty. There are no statues, columns or fountains. I am surrounded by people, taking pictures looking and looking, snapping and snapping; I wonder what they are seeing. They ...



