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Sabah güzel bir kahvaltı biraz çarşı içinde dolaşıp eski günleri yad etme...
İsotçuları ziyaret ....
Fazla açılmadan otele dondüm ve Mardin 'e doğru yola çktık.
Mardin' e ilk gelişim 1968 yılı...
Diyarbakırdan yola çıkıp …
... another gorge we came to the border. There isn't any border post representing Armenia but the Nagorno Karabakh people have a border check where we had to show our passports, well, I didn’t seeing as I don’t have one, but L and D did, and also the car papers. They were then instructed to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Stepanakert and get their visas. Stepanakert is the capital of this small republic that almost no-one recognizes.
... featured in an Economist article about its legal battles with the Turkish government over land ownership, and so has received some international attention as a result). Additionally, Turkey's government has decided to push tourism in the dramatic hillside city of Mardin, and so has pumped a lot of funds into that. As a result, Deyrulzafaran had a strikingly different feel about it than Mor Gabriel and the smaller monasteries we had visited around Midyat. ...
... and cabins. It looked like a place targeting Turkish families. Now, in April, it seemed deserted. It was easy to continue on.
In no time, we were in the urban snarl of Diyabakier, a popular stop for foreigners because of its old walls and eastern ambiance. We zipped by without stopping.
Just before Mardin, we stopped to investigate a tent community near the side of the road. We concluded it was a gypsy ...
... when several people asked if they could help me get where I need to go. In Turkey, I get the feeling that people want to help me, while expecting nothing in return. One guy ended up chasing after a minibus, whistling. He got it to stop for me, and then told the driver to take me to the city center. I gave him a smile and a thumbs up from the minibus window.
After a short ride to town, one of the passengers showed ...