After the underground city, we drove back to Uchisar, to see the castle there, and then on to a ridge overlooking Goreme, where we spent our last night in Cappadocia.
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Uchisar Castle, another carved-out elevation, perhaps the
grandest of them all
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View of Uchisar from the top
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Ditto; smaller, vassals' castles below
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Us on the summit
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For some reason we never understood, the air flotilla
launched again, late in the afternoon, contrary to their
stated mission of flying only in the early AM; perhaps
they were moving to their winter quarters in Sarasota
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Tourist/native interaction; universal language
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Curious cat
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Fixer-upper
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The more impressive side of Urchisar Castle, over where
the tour buses park; and the bazaar...
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At the aforementioned bazaar, world-class kitsch; does
UNESCO have a category for this?
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Another photo pregnant with meaning: a
Japanese tour bus has just rolled in, joining
the dozen others, I am up on a mound hoping
to capture the drama, the excitement, the
beauty...the balloons are launching in the
valley, the camel is waiting for his next trick,
and Vicki is laughing hysterically at me and
the whole Cappadocian scene
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Anyhow, we parked that night with a couple French RVs
on a ridge overlooking Goreme; they were just back from
Syria
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And had lunch the next day, exploring Goreme, at a
"traditional" restaurant called A la Turca; the mezes...
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And the main, sort of a sliced roast beef (?),
smoked, served on a bed of frites, smothered
in yogurt and brown gravy; I swear I am
not making this up; credit Vicki for not even
thinking of asking for ketchup; so far as I
know
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