Grand Nett Beach Hotel
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... of Asia. He says that gods made by human hands are no gods at all. There is danger not only that our trade will lose its good name, but also that the temple of the great goddess Artemis will be discredited; and the goddess herself, who is worshiped throughout the province of Asia and the world, will be robbed of her divine majesty.” When they heard this, they were furious and began shouting: “Great is Artemis of the Ephesians!” Soon the whole city was in ...
... of the latrines presumably to mask the noises and the slaves heated the marble toilet seats! I think I've developed an obsession with public toilets.
We spent a couple of hours there and then drove up another hill to the House of the Virgin Mary. Supposedly this was where Mary lived after Jesus made his reappearance. It's right up the top of a hill so it must have been one a hell of a journey. While we were there, a priest was ...
... while on the island before heading to the beach and having a dip. We rock the cocktail party and if there was a best dressed award I am sure we would have nailed it. Sean has a few too many cocktails and his dancing gets out of control. He reluctantly lets me drag him home around 2am with the prospect of 4 hours sleep before the next days activities as the main motivating ...
... yourself one day.
We returned to the ship around lunch time. As it was a fairly warm day, Claire was absolutely spent, even though on the less strenuous bus trip. After lunch, Claire slept. I went off the ship again for awhile and walked through the streets of the new Kusadasi (Ephesus). After returning, I proceeded with writing this summary while Claire continued to sleep and rest.
We dined once again in the Manhatton Restaurant prior ...
... this makes me want to come back and do a dedicated tour of Turkey. As we leave the compound, our local guide says to not engage the local street vendors waiting outside like vultures. He says to not even look at them, or smile, as they will follow us back to the bus to try and get us to buy their wares. As we walk through the turnstiles, a guys leaning on the side on the units asks what we thought of the ruins - I ignore him, but Joe says they were ...