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- Continental Breakfast
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- Minbar in room
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- Multilingual staff
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... king Nemrut. A pyramid style tomb with protective statues on the front and back laying virtually in ruin from consecutive earthquakes. Still worshiping the “pagan gods”, the tomb was protected by some of the who's who of the pantheon. Ever present Zeus, Apollo, Fortuna and Hercules and Alsan among others in their animal forms. Entry to the tomb is not permitted but sitting at the top of a peak it makes a great sunset or sunrise spot if ...
... our way back to Adiyaman with a few interesting stops along the way. One of my favorite moments was when we stopped at the Roman bridge across the Euphrates that was built by the emperor Septimius Severus in the 3rd century AD. Although the Euphrates has been diverted in modern times, there is still a small stream of water that snakes its way along the ancient course of the river and passes under the original Roman bridge. It was pretty cool to lay eyes on and cross ...
... artificially heightened by 50 meters using crushed rock. Apparently the mountain's natural 2100 meters were not high enough for his highness. To the king's credit, the crushed rock is conspicuous even from a distance, notably smooth in contrast to the rest of the mountain, so our dear autocrat Antiochus was onto something with his narcissistic tampering. Overall, very impressive stuff for the 1st century BC.
Though difficult to access for ...
... story is that Abraham would not agree that Nimrod was a god so the king threw him and his poor wife in to a fire which turned in to a pool of water full of sacred fish. The king's men had pretty strong arms because that pool is a long way from the castle walls!
Finally we got to our hotel...dinner at 8pm then trying to sleep with the sounds of celebration (wedding or circumcision feast...no one was sure which) ringing loudly in the ...
... br> I set off on the last 90kms, firm in the belief that I would be enjoying a beer by 7.30pm, oh the misery of my misguidedness. As I turned onto this signed but increasingly alarming back road, it started to dawn on me that I might be in trouble. Firstly, it was not dawn, but instead sunset, and though the views of dusk draping across the valleys behind me were worthy stopping and admiring, it also meant that night would follow day, which it ...