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Published: January 18th 2013
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After a not very rejuvenating nap, we headed up to thescooter rental shop. It was surprisinglycheap to rent one(35TL-about $22 for 6 hours+gas). Mom decided to drive because my drivingrecord isn’t the best this year, and one more accident would probably be theend of my driving for a while. There isone of the largest underground cities in the world located about 40k fromGoreme, so we drove down there. Aftergetting lost a couple of times, driving the wrong way down a 1 way street andcontinuously using the blinker for about a half hour we arrived. There must not be many American women scooting<br style="color: font-family:
arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;" />around these cities very often because we were quite the spectacle. At least we gave a lot of people a bit of alaugh. The underground city was okay,but not worth the freezing 3 hr round trip. On the way back, we got lost yet again, and ended up going down amountain with hairpin turns on cobblestones. Needless to say, mom was extremely stressed by the time we arrived backin Goreme. Her peanut butter crackersgave her a bit more courage though because we had 2 hrs with the scooter leftand took off for the fairy chimneys. <br
style="color: font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;" />They were like nothing I’ve ever seen before and look like giantmushrooms. This whole area is veryunique, but would be slightly more fun if it was about 20 degrees warmer…. Oh,and if I wasn’t dying of a cold. Anyway,we were lucky again with our hostel. Itis a 10 bed dorm, and we only had 1 other roommate. She was a fun girl from the UK travelingalone, so no problems having her around. The highlight of my morning was a HOT shower. Oh, I could have stayed in there all day. The next morning, we took off for a hike around Goreme on supposedly<br style="color:
font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;" />well marked trails. It took us about anhour of walking trails that dead ended at people’s houses to realize that weweren’t even in the right place to start the trail we were looking for. After finding that trail, we successfullyfollowed it to the end, but we are now thinking that was the only well markedtrail in the area. We tried for probably2 hours to find the trail that would take us to another valley. After following paths for 20 minutes or so,they would end at the edge of a cliff…. So, we turn around and try again. Finally, we asked a man farming how to get tothe
top of the cliffs. He directed us toa trail that seemed great, until we got to the end. It was crawling up very steep cliffs and sliding back down several timesbefore making it to the top. After that,we gave up on the small paths and stuck to the dirt roads, but still saw someamazing views. There was a group ofcrazy mountain bikers that made me miss Andrew. He would have loved it there. They were zipping around and down dangerous mountain passes. Actually, I’m glad Andrew wasn’t there,because he would have wanted to do all of the crazy stuff they were doing. Then the
clouds came in, and the miserystarted. It got incredibly cold andstayed that way. We went back to thehostel, which is pretty much all outdoors with no heat, and they didn’t have afire. We finally resorted to going tohang out in a restaurant to keep warm until bed.
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