Along a forested gorge peppered with dovecotes and caves,
women scorched cheese stuffed pita bread over an open fire. I ate them reclining on cushions, under the woven roof of a cabana over the river. Chairs and logs on which to cool down sat in the water.
I picked wild blackberries along the track for dessert.
I left the lovely Marie, as I flew to Turkey.
My hostel above is in the village to the right.
The rock formations here have lent themselves to housing.
This evening I attended a whirling Dervish ceremony.
We caught a ferry from Rhodes to Turkey, then travelled to Pamukale. Here, the locals drive their tractors to the village shops, and there are fields blooming with poppies and other wild flowers. Walking up the hill, we saw Roman ruins,
waded through limestone travertine pools,
and swam amongst fallen Roman pillars of carved marble in an ancient geothermal pool.