Trip Start Jul 01, 1997
44Trip End Oct 29, 1997
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Everyone got up quite early because of the heat. Had to get out of the truck when we left and walk to the road as it had difficulty manoeuvring down the track. When we reached the road we spotted a strange shape crossing the road very slowly. On closer inspection it proved to be a tortoise.
The scenery got wilder as we drove on. Saw a bird of prey with a huge wingspan circling, maybe an eagle. Most of the locals wore traditional dress - baggy turkish trousers, flat caps and waistcoats for the men and long dresses and headscarves for the women
As we approached Nemrut Dagi the landscape began to get really amazing, tall rock faces and gorges. The road climbing up was winding, steep and narrow. Euan did a great job getting up there.
Spectacular views all round once we arrived. There was quite a strong wind which made things a little cooler but made lunch preparation a little more difficult. After eating we climbed to the terraces. There were many soldiers based at the base of the hill and we had to walk past a machine gun post on our way up. There were a number of fighter planes flying over while we were there too. Maybe all due to PKK activity.
The first terrace of figures had the bodies standing and the heads on the ground where they'd fallen in an earthquake. We were a little disappointed as we thought the heads would be bigger. However, when we walked round to the other side of the hill we found the larger heads which were rather more impressive and in a great setting. Everyone took loads of photos. This was definitely the best place we've been to so far. The sky was so big and very blue. I haven't seen a cloud for days.
Had to contend with the 'hairdryer' on the truck when we left. To make matters worse, as evening approached the sun shone into every corner of the truck. When we stopped at 7.00 the wind was still going. Found a spot off the beaten track near a water channel with wonderfully cold water. It was a relief to get off the truck.
We hadn't been here long before a group of soldiers turned up. Nobody could work out what they were trying to tell us and eventually they left. After dinner they returned with Yucel, an english-speaking soldier. He sat with his commander and talked to us for about forty minutes. The commander was worried that he had scared us on his first visit and had returned with Yucel to translate. They had simply come to tell us that we would be safe camping here and to ask if they could do anything for us. Yucel was 22 and halfway through his national service. His english was excellent as he's been working in the tourist trade. He was very westernised and into western culture and said he found it quite difficult being posted to this area. Coming from Marmaris he said it was like being posted to a different country.