Meleklerevi Cave Hotel
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... of stops during the day including at an artists marbling studio where Caleb once again stole the show and preformed some artistic work with quite the flare. We visited a dowry gift shop where our guide worked to help him communicate in English and he explained a number of they customs they still use today - such as the mother in law going with the groom to pick out a jewelry piece to which the groom can't say no to for any reason or it would ...
... by baggy harem pants when the weather heats up. So although i will gladly flaunt 'it' and have more curves than a car boot sale....you can be guaranteed should there be a sudden time wharp back to the last centurary..ill be just fine Now dont get me wrong, im hardly a prude. In fact just ask a few friends that have lived with me and you will hear more than a few stories of being caught in my holy underwear while on the phone, having to call for help when my attempt to wear small ...
... a cup of really quite insanely strong coffee, we met our tour guide who had the James Bondesque name of Thank You. Maybe thats what her Dad said to her Mum? We collected the other tour members - a lovely family from Pakistan and a few others and off we headed.
First stop was a spot noted for its animal shaped rocks. There's a camel, a fish and a kiss amongst others. Then it was off to see a rock cut church. There are lots of these all over the place. Thank You told ...
... 305;s was then followed by a visit to the fairy chimmneys, a local pottery centre and a carpet factory. That nıght we headed to the local pub where we got to experıence more yum Turkısh food, most opted for the Pottery kebab, whıch became a fav of mıne, ıt ıs lıke a stew cooked ın a terracotta pot and when ıt ıs served the waıter wıll smash the top of the pot and pour ıt out, yum yum.
... smoothly and left me with a healthily packed wallet. The prospect of having to cough up twenty or thirty bucks for a short ride to my accommodation left me reeling.
I hastily approached a couple of the shuttle buses and asked if they were heading to my area, but they both gave me a sympathetic shake of the head. As the last bus left, silence settled over the barren landscape and I was left standing alone with all my gear, and three taxi drivers eyeing me expectantly. ...