Turkey (part 4)
Turkey Superlatives, continued...
Most beautiful building we visited: A toss-up between the eighteenth-century Ismail Pasha Palace in Doğubeyazıt (you were right about that one, mitzimaybe!) and the thirteenth-century Great Mosque in Divriği, both monochrome yellowish buildings with elaborate carvings instead of the more common coloured tiles. As much as I ( Read more... )
The bikes were so evil I lack the words to describe them. They couldn't have been any eviller if they had sported horns, emitted black smoke from their ears and bellowed out the words "We're evil and we're going to kill you in the slowest and most painful way imaginable, and then we're going to curse your souls and those of your loved ones, and finally we're going to feed your bodies to wild dogs and frogs, nyah nyah!" at the top of their lungs. They were positively demonic -- utterly and completely evil.
If I had realised it was going to be that hot, I probably wouldn't have gone cycling, either. The problem was that we left very early in the morning and there was no telling what the weather would be like. It wasn't until we got back to the hotel and were told that it was 45 degrees outside that we realised just how reckless we'd been. And that was just the beginning of the heatwave which would follow us around for the next two weeks...
I still think we would have been OK in Göreme if we'd had proper bikes, heatwave or no heatwave. After all, I went cycling in Burma when it was 53 degrees (!), and I was fine. Admittedly, there were no mountains in the Burmese desert, so it was much easier going than the road around Göreme, but the main difference was the bike, I think. Or rather, the bikes (plural). Astonishingly enough, K's seemed to be even worse than mine.
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