Dedeman Sanliurfa

After rather touristy Cappadochia HelMan & Hermann arrived on the night bus to Sanliurfa in the east of Turkey.To shorten the long ride Manuel thought to pep up the boring sitting environment on the bus... he (unintentionally) sat down on 2 water packs given by the bus company which immediately exploded below his butt and caused what others would call a flood on his seat. His comment: 'Jackson, des is jez oba gor ned leiwaund ...

... steeples.<br><br>For millions of years, flood and wind erosion has scoured the valleys of soft volcanic ash, leaving the *********es as refuge.<br><br>The residents were true troglodytes of the 'modern' era.<br><br>The pointed edifices call up images of termite mounds, 50m termite mounds, with doors, windows and air vents positioned to protect from searing 45 deg C summer heat and freezing winters.<br><br>The village of Goreme is centre to this surreal piece of geology, and ...

... with the journey as I had with the last one and so I asked the bus steward if in Urfa the bus would stop at the Otogar. This is because the bus does not end there and is on the way to Istanbul. The guy did a stiff nod, and I was wondering if he understood me or not. But in any case I decided to keep my eyes open during the journey just in case.<br><br>3 hours later we went into Urfa. The bus stopped next to a gas station and on the left I saw a carpark with lots of ...

... religions (Judaism, Christianism and Islam) and therefore is being recognized by all of them as an important place for them.<br><br>In the summer the place is the hottest in Turkey and the thermometer can go up to 45-50 degrees celcius. We have been lucky and the temperatures have been more than comfortable<br><br>

... cation with a pen and gestures. After he found out I was from America he grabbed my face and burrýed it in his chest for a very long and strange 30 seconds! An indicatýon of the incredýbly positýve reactions I get from people when I tell them I'm Amerýcan. After arriving in Sanliurfa I made friends instantly. The bathroom attendant ýnstructed me on how to find my hostel, and after I got lost because of his vague directions a high schooler who spoke very ...

... a sixteenth century Selchuk caravanserai (a sort of old Silk Road truck stop), the cave where Abraham was born, and the village where he spent the last years of his life. Great sights also (if you're a civil engineer) were the graceful Roman Cendere Bridge, which spans 34 metres and was built in the third centure C.E. in honour of Septimus Severus and the massive (third largest in the world) Ataturk Dam completed between 1983 ...

... then we sat in the cold and the wind and waited for the sun to rise. I took my sleeping bag up but because of the wind I thought it would be too difficult to take it out and put it back in so it stayed on my bag. Mt. Nemrut was the site of tombs from the Greek-Persian era and all that is left are giant heads of the gods (on the ground) and then the rest of the body up on the cliff. The heads were pretty amazing. The sun finally rose and we all cheered and were ...

... weigh 175 pounds. That is 30 pounds lighter than when I started my trip. I was really happy with this as losing weight was one of my objectives for this trip. I haven't been doing my daily exercises for a while but seeing that I am still losing more weight is making me pretty happy. When I look in the mirror these days, I see such a different person. I look 25 again which is always nice. The scary part is that I still have 6.5 months left on this trip and I dint think I will ...

... No part went wasted. By 1 pm, I had enough. Mardin really didn't excite me. I thought it was a waste of time coming here. I met a French girl in Esfahan who said she didn't like it but I didn't listen to her. Sometimes you need to see things for yourself. I blogged for a few hours and then tried to find a bus to Urfa. The first place I went to quoted me a crazy price - 20 lioras for a ride I though was 90 minutes long. I thought they were trying to rip me off. So I thought it would ...

... 305;ble to encounter. Turk&#305;ye truly &#305;s a beaut&#305;ful country and you don't have to make &#305;t to Kapadokya to real&#305;se that. We cont&#305;nue to be astounded by the mounta&#305;ns that take up such a large proport&#305;on of the country, not to ment&#305;on the depth and var&#305;ety of colours that cannot be fully represented by any photograph. F&#305;nally we have made &#305;t to ªanl&#305; Urfa and, w&#305;th &#305;t, the home of our dear ...