Anyway, we closed the last blog with a promise of a little more Syria. Here is Aleppo, where we spent a couple of days wandering around and buying several pashminas which we don't need and a couple of kebabs which are still working their way through.
Then it was into Southern Turkey, where the souk gave way to more village-based marketing efforts.
The place deserves a rant-like mention, because it can teach the uninitiated a few lessons. "Central heating" is one water heater in most rooms. "Guaranteed hot water 24 hrs" refers to the kettle in the kitchen which is accessible during business hours, and has nothing whatsoever to do with the shower, and "unique cave rooms" does not mean the stone smurf-houses you will see later in the post, but rather a small unventilated concrete hole that smells like faeces. Not that we are complaining, of course, and the smell was probably due to Matt and the remnants of his cherry kebab.


This is one of the typical views of the region.


So you get the idea about the frescos, here is one that we managed to see during a short break in the Italians yesterday.
And here is lovely Gorome. Those clouds in the distance have degenerated into rain and wind. But hey, we could be at work ...

One of the best ways to see the local scenery is by driving through it quickly and dangerously.
This is one of the typical views of the region.
Behind the young guy doing circle work are "fairy chimneys".
Ten million years ago, three volcanoes which border what is now the Cappadocia region spewed out 200m of ash and then a thick layer of lava. Erosion then created these maginificent structures, which early Christians carved houses and churches in, either because of the unavailability and extortionate rates of tradesmen or because of Roman persecution. If the maginificence of the natural landscapes and the human endeavour in carving churches and four storey houses out of stone is does not impress, they also look like penises which provides at least three days of non-stop amusement.

The main attraction in Gorome, the town in which we are based, is the "Open Air Museum", which is a cluster of rock-carved churches with well-preserved 1,500 year old early Christian frescos still inside. We happened to visit at the same time as about 3,000 overweight Italians, whose idea of a holiday was standing in doorways staring gormlessly into space, so we got frustrated a left pretty quickly, but not before catching a scoop on next season's Middle Eastern Travel Collection, straight from the catwalks of Milan.
The volcanic ash layer, called "Tuf" in Turkish, is not very strong and whole sides of the fairy chimneys have fallen away, allowing views inside the houses. They even carved cupboards and candle holders into the stone.
I'm imagining you, Matt, in the movie Ghost... The clay, the music... the cherry balls.
ReplyDeleteThose Fairy Chimneys are spectacular! Magnificent even. Where are Simon's dirty comments when you need them?
Best of luck with the unguided section. Keep us posted on the strange encounters. Lots of love. B
Wow, lots of penis references! Interesting story re the bloke with the growing pole; how original of him. The cherry kebabs sound fatal! Miss D
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