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Published: October 9th 2010
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country side
view of home and caves “I’m turning Japanese I really think so.”
Now sing it with me.
“I’m turning Japanese I really think so.”
I have attempted to put my foot into two cultures. First, I am looking forward to getting my honorary Japanese Citizens card in the mail. I’ve taken over 100 pictures a day since the start of my trip and today I outdid myself and took 179. (Aren’t you glad I’m not posting all those photos on the blog?!??!). The cause for all the photos you may be wondering??
Well, we are in Cappadocia area in Turkey. This area is not only famous for the chimney rock formations, but the cave dwellings. Early Christians lived underground and in caves in the early 100-200’s to escape persecution. Unlike cave dwellings in the US such as Mesa Verda in Colorado, people here today still live in caves. They just build towns around the cave dwelling and the houses are continued to added to even to this day, or so I’m told.
We did get a chance to visit cave churches, a monastery and still lived in today home. But the best thing is our room is in a carved-out cave.
cave dwelling
people live here; we visited Yeap, you read that right. Rest of the tour group is at a super cute bed and breakfast, however they are one room short and we got chosen to walk the couple blocks away to stay in another room in another place. Our room is pretty cool. It’s much more modern than you think. Bonus, being in a cave is climate control; always about the same temp. Down side, no wifi. (I have to walk up hill, barefoot in the cold and rain to post this blog.) Fred and Wilma would be impressed.
Next, as fate would have it; it was cold and rainy today. Very cold, very rainy. It seems every vacation we take it’s cold and rainy so this one is no different. Anyhow, to combat the cold I dressed in layers (smart I know) and wrapped around my head in my newly purchased scarf. I must admit I blended in. Our tour group members laughed at my dress and asked if I was dressing that way on purpose. My purpose was warmth.
The best joy I had all day was watching tourist look at me, sneak out their camera from their coat pockets and
more caves
more to look at take a picture of me. Naturally, me being me, I would pull off my scarf show all my red hair and laughed. A bit mean spirited I know. I had only wished I was wearing a skirt should I show my leg tattoo the same time. I don’t know if the tourist thought it was funny; but I did.
Finally, I am checking off all the things Turkish I wanted to do such as:
Smoke a Hookah Pipe. Check
Eat a Donar kapab. Triple check.
Drink Turkish Coffee. (I’ve had so many, I’ve lost count.)
Belly Dance. Check. Yes, and it’s not what you think. It was a man dancing for us. We were told it’s a lost art to have the men dance. He was an elderly gentleman who could really shake his hips. I did get pulled up to dance with him and I did. Check.
Next on my list: to bathe at a Turkish Bath. Maybe after I complete that one, I’ll get my honorary Turkish Nationalist card to go with my Japanese one that I am just sure that’s in the mailbox.
Check.
P.S. A shop
chimey rocks
or fairy rocks keeper noticed my scarf today I was wear (duh, like how could he miss it all around my head.) He offered to make me a “good offer” on any scarf. Before I could touch one, Dan grabbed my hand and pulled me away.
Extra P.S. Dan has learned how to say no in Turkish, it sounds like “higher.” it’s a word I don’t want to learn. I do know the word for the number one, its Beer (serious, I’m not making this up.) Next time someone shows me a scarf I’ll ask for a beer.
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