The similarity to the American West is striking, overwhelming; um, except for the mosques and minarets |
Turkish trucks--those owned privately or by small businesses--are often hand-painted and highly duded-up; we are envious |
Kahramanmaras is the axis mundi of Turkish ice cream, which is saying something, where the dovme dondurma, beaten ice cream, was invented; so we stopped for a large and very satisfying sample |
Mado Cafe, east of Kahramanmaras, incredible pastries, ice cream; very western... |
We ascended finally to Karadut; the rain continued; construction of a new drainage system had narrowed and muddied the road, and so we pulled off into a "campground" at the last moment |
A day later, the situation looked better; sunny, parked above a persimmon orchard; the campground (actually the parking lot of a pension) minimal, but OK for 10YTL |
This is not the pretty part of Turkey; the land is harsh; life is harsh; most transportation is via animal, not car or truck; the people are mostly Kurds; but welcoming and gentle just the same |
The old-fashioned way |
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