Neile's Turkish Holiday

July 9th

as transcribed from my journal

The view from the little deck off our room.

 

Drove a short distance down the coast to the ghost city at Anamuram, stopped for something to drink and watermelon (a delight in the heat), but it was so hot sweat just poured off us. The restaurant said 40C with 43 predicted in a few days. With the humidity it seems much worse than Cappadocia. Totally ennervating. Decided to give up trying to do anything, and to drive back to the city and find a hotel with air-conditioning. Checked in, and Matt and I went into town to the bank, then lunch, then stuck our toes in the sandy-beached Mediterranean.

Jim wades in the Mediterrean sea. [Christina's caption: "Jim decides to swim to Africa. Well, maybe not."]

 

Matt and Christina swam, and Jim and I went up to our room to write postcards.

Had dinner on the roof of our hotel, then Matt, Jim and I walked along the street in search of more postcards, and found there was a whole seaside resort bazaar-type thing happening there--lights and music and junky stalls on the street. Jim bought a Ceylan tape for our friend Michael's birthday, we found some sun-worn postcards (none of this area!), then went back upstairs to bed. Alarm set for early look at the ghost city to avoid the worst of the heat.