Travel Blogs from Gumbet
... We were then taken next door to a studio where they throw the pots. The artist, Mehmet Yildirim, was putting a fish design into a leather hard pot. Some of the pots in the shop were very large and we asked if they were poured or thrown. He indicated that they thrown and they would show us. So a young man who has been working in the studio since he was 6 or 7 and is now 30, started preparing the clay using a very large electric pug mill. Then began throwing pot from the hump. ...
... Also next to the Great Mosque is the Kütahya Archaeology Museum. It holds artifacts dated from 11 different periods as well as items unearthed in the excavation of mounds near here. The pottery which they found interested me the most. Next we took a cab up to the fortress above the town. The views of the town were all around you. We stopped for tea in the the revolving restaurant at the very ...
... else under the sun that you might need, clothing, undergarments, linens and household items. In front of our hotel is a little park and it was set up with tents for an international student display which will continue tomorrow. Our evening walk took us through the modern pedestrian shopping street, past the old mosque into the old part of town. The difference between the old and the new is pretty outstanding. We found some museums we can go to ...
... Odunpazarı which was the
tourist area, however there was only one bus that went there, and we needed
their version of an oyster card to use the bus. The problem was that the only
place that we could get this card was in the old town! The bus driver told us
that he would let us on the bus and we could get the card once we had arrived
at the old town, and then put the card
in the bus’ ticket ...
... I would travel west from Erzurum to
Italy, where I could purchase a cheap flight to Addis Ababa.
-----But, first I had to get to Italy. And say good-bye to Turkey. Could a donkey help me do this!?
-----No. No really.
-----It was -10 degrees Celsius (15 Fahrenheit), and I was covered
in warm clothes, when I began my hitchhiking trip in a village west of
Erzurum. It was December 14th. The air sparkled with silver: tiny
snowflakes falling in the dim ...