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- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Minbar in room
- Airport Transportation
- Outdoor pool
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... located near the tomb, too. The appearance of fire altars in ancient art is usually interpreted as a sign of Persian influence, but they can be somewhat elusive and difficult to identify because they're not very well understood. The strong possibility of the existence of a fire altar here is part of what makes the site really intriguing, as well as the fact that the tomb has never been opened (i.e., robbed), so whatever riches and wealth this king was buried ...
After driving a little bit longer, we arrived in the tiny mountain town of Katadut in the Anti-Taurus Range. While the mountain range is pretty spectacular on its own, it is known for one mountain in particular: Nemrut Dagi. Nemrut Dagi, or Mount Nemrut, is the site of an ancient megalomaniac king's obsessive construction of mammoth statues of himself and his family (i.e., the gods) atop the mountain--and, just for good measure, he had ...
... 1995. I have to say that the same feeling came over me here as at the stone circles in Ireland, Machu Pichu and Easter Island. Strange!
Our journey took us to a Roman bridge (Cendere) built by Emperor Severus and marred by his son when Dad died.... The son had his brother killed and then had his brother's pillar removed from the bridge, the final insult.
We also passed the ruins of Arsemia, the summer capital for our friend ...
... this 85kms of majestic mountain passes, passed me by without a glimpse. I didn’t even benefit from the ambient light of villages, or the lights of houses to give me some perception of what lay around me, because I only passed 3 tiny enclaves of maybe 10-15 houses! To miss probably the best scenery of my entire trip, should have had me cursing uncontrollably, but I was so completely focused on picking my route along this death track, that ...
... to exchange it for the larger, comfy bus. We head west back toward Adiyaman. Our hotel is small and lovely. Our room is fairly large, but the beds are narrow and the chairs look like they're made for children. A buffet dinner is served in a large, newer addition that sits next to a lovely lit pool. The tables are occupied by fellow tourists, many of whom are Turks. I can envision all of us on the caravan route- buying up tourist trinkets on the way.