Sunday, October 17, 2010

Devrent Valley

Another popular stop on the Cappadocia tour is Devrent Valley. The "fairy chimneys" come in a variety of sizes and shapes, some spires, some mushrooms, some, um, other things. Devrent features "the camel" as well as many other structures. You can make up your own names for them if you like. It's part of the fun.













































































Ortahisar

Tuesday, after departing Camping Kaya, we spent the day mostly in scenic driving, walking, gawking, etc. Fortunately, all the relevant sights in Cappadocia are pretty close together. Unfortunately, low-sulfur diesel in Turkey is now well over $8 per gallon.

First up was the village of Ortahisar, famed
for its "castle," a huge spire carved up into
a variety of chambers, terraces, etc.





















Parking with the big dogs; despite the appearance,
Ortahisar is one of the least touristy of the sights; the buses
roll in, park on the square, everyone runs out and snaps a
few pix of the castle, buys a half kilo of dried apricots, and
hops back on as the bus continues its rounds



















We liked our parking spot so well we stayed a couple hours,
walked the main drag, did some grocery shopping, had
lunch in the camper, and watched as--for once in our
experience--the call to prayer occurred, shops and cafes
actually closed, and the men walked to the mosque (the
women stayed home preserving their modesty, no doubt);
there were many other manifestations of traditional,
unaffected village life to see, some of interest, some pitiable





















Preview of upcoming "cats of turkey" post















View from the top (of the castle); another castle

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Air Show

Tuesday morning I was up sufficiently early to witness the lift-off of the Cappadocian air flotilla. There are perhaps a dozen firms operating out of Goreme that do early morning hot air balloon flights. At one point I counted 33 balloons, but could not picture them all. The small gondolas carry 12, the large ones 20. Flying tour buses. They all launch from the canyons just below our campground. We pondered doing this--it is much more affordable here than in the US or elsewhere--but then the weather closed in, low clouds, and we decided to try it next time.



































































































Meskindir and Rose Valleys

Monday we took a long walk from our campsite down into the Meskindir Valley, through it to the Rose Valley, and then back up a long ridge to the campground above Goreme. These are uninhabited valleys nowadays but give a good glimpse at the terrain and at the work done at various times to make them habitable.
In the Meskindir, really more a canyon than a valley















Typical Meskindir terrain















Cliff dwellers















We passed through numerous arches, natural bridges, and
tunnels in the rock, most natural, I think
















Opening out into the Rose canyon now; note sophisticated
signage















The Three Sisters; wait, no, it's the Three Musketeers...















The Howling Dog, or maybe the Howling Cat...















Spiro's Spires















The Organ Pipes; yes, I am making this all up as I go















Now atop the ridge that took us back to the campground, a
view of the Rose Valley; for days now, we have been
amazed at how much central Turkey looks like the American
West; but no cowboys nor Indians, nor rodeos, nor Mint
Saloons, however; minarets in the distance, calls to prayer,
figs and dates, pistachios, rugs, more rugs, camels, tour
buses...

Goreme Open Air Museum

Cappadocia is best known for its 100+ square miles of "fairy chimneys," those unusual geological formations that, over the past two millennia or more, have been hollowed out to become churches, monasteries, residences, villages, even underground cities; and now, major big-time tourist attractions. Over the ages they served as refuges for Christians hiding from Romans, from Persians, from Muslims, et al. They are scattered all over the landscape, but there are 8 or 10 concentrations, the most famous of which is probably Goreme, and its Goreme Open Air Museum.
Another World Heritage Site















It is difficult to convey the scale of Goreme--it is several acres but few distinct 
"buildings"; this photo show a small bit of the complex

















Goreme was primarily a collection of abbeys and nunneries 
and such; no residences, at least in the village sense; here's 
Vicki sitting at a stone refectory table that could seat 40






















Some of the chapels were done in very primitive ways; iconoclasm

Of all Goreme's assorted chapels and churches, our favorite was the Dark Church 
(no relation to the Dark Lord, although it did have an addtional 8YTL entrance 
fee); here the 10th and 11th century painting is impressive, even defaced by the 
conquering Muslims (typically, they only scraped away the eyes; later hordes of 
mostly Greek tourists, at other sites, would deface them completely with their 
names and signatures) 






















More Dark Church















More ditto, with digital issues















Old guys rule




















Ceiling view
















One last scene















The Nunnery; now condemned, no entry




















Obligatory St. George/snake (sort of a dragon) in another chapel
















In the Tokali Church, also 10th-11th, a shade of blue most unusual for the time and 
place
















The Goreme museum is adjoined by the usual bazaar of tourist shops, the most 
interesting of which was the wine store; Cappadocian wines are respectable, if 
not yet great; I am enjoying a pleasant red wine, lighter-bodied, fruity; the whites 
I tasted varied but some, especially the Uchisar, were very good indeed; what? 
your local wine store does not carry Turkish wines?!

Camping in Goreme

We got to Goreme, the main destination in Cappadocia, in fine order, and headed to the Goreme Open Air Museum, the main sight, theorizing that we could spend a free or low-cost night in its parking lot. This worked out fine, and gave us some insight to just what a mad-house Goreme can be even in the off-season. Happily, the tour buses left by 7PM, and we had the place to ourselves.
The Goreme Open Air Museum parking lot, next morning;
we are parked, grid-locked, at the bottom left; but it was OK;
we were touring the museum

















It being time to wash, water, dump, etc., we spent the next
two nights at the very nice Kaya campground, overlooking
the Meskindir and Rose Valleys, Goreme, and practically
everything else in Cappadocia


















Meskindir Valley, from our campsite















A few of the nearby "fairy chimneys"















Not all that far away, Mt. Erciyes, whose eruptions millions
of years ago laid down the dominant surface rock layers of
the area; differential erosion has done the rest; it is nearly
13,000 feet high, almost perennially snow-covered, known
to the Hittites as "White Mountain"; only Ararat, in
eastern Turkey, is higher



















The campground had other advantages, including a market,
a rug store (!), and bunches of grapes hanging from arbors
all around; ripe, too

Friday, October 15, 2010

On to Cappadocia

From Ankara we drove on east and south, taking in the great variety of scenery and countryside. Turkey is not a huge country--about the size of Texas or California--but its variety of landforms and scenery is impressive. And so far we have seen only a bit of central Turkey.
Gooseherd















It's been years since I have seen a Gulf station, but they're
alive and well in Turkey
















A rural cemetery, rough stones as markers; Muslim
cemeteries do not appear particularly well manicured
















The road from Ankora to Goreme, particularly the high
plains, are fairly littered with tumuli like this and the one in
the background; sometimes they are double tumuli (his and
hers?); none signed in any way; must look this up...


















Sugar beet harvest, mile after mile















High plains, central Turkey