Elysee Cave House
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... wool, silk etc…) It was great to actually place a couple of double knots into a real carpet which gave me a very kinaesthetic feel as to the time taken to create these lovely items. We were even treated to lunch.
My thoughts dwelled strongly on my recent journey of want and need. I think I learned my lesson well in Africa!
The rest of the day involved a great deal of swimming at the campsite ...
... caves. The frescoes and paintings on the walls are in amazing condition! Next we headed to the home of a local family of women (grandmother of 87 years, three daughters) who cooked this incredible lunch for us in their home. Everything they served us was grown in their garden. Afterwards we had a Q & A session. Both sides asked questions. I was sitting next to the grandmother. She asked us if we liked Obama. Most Turks like him - ...
... pushed myself to face my fears (read: Dennis has pushed me to face my fears). The idea of hot air ballooning has always captivated me, though, so I still really wanted to do it, even if I've already done braver things involving heights. We decided early on in our trip planning process that we would balloon in Cappadocia, as there is supposed to be no better place in the world for the adventure: "It's a magical fairyland," I gasped as our bus rounded a bend and ...
... ash, as these are all formations that come from old volcanoes in the area.
We finished our day at a place called Rose Valley. Not because it has roses growing in it, but because the stone in this area is a rose color. It wasn’t my favorite place today, but still cool to see. I was also impressed with how well the group got along. The Chinese people made a real effort to speak English so that was nice. All in all, it was a ...
... about our lives and enjoying the each other's strange company.
I learnt that they had three children, two of whom had died many years ago in a war somewhere I'd never heard of. At this, their expressions turned to sadness and grief, and the pity I had felt earlier deepened. We tried to communicate for another five minutes or so, the husband offering me more bread and tea, and the wife getting me to write down some english words she could learn. Every time a sentence ...