Sunday 30th May
I was up early enough to catch the masses of balloons in the air.
balloons over Goreme
balloon over Goreme
Gabi tries kick wheel pottery
Gabi had gone to a concert the night before in Avanos, and had noticed
a lot of pottery shops. So after having breakfast and admiring the
sky full of balloons, that's where we headed.
Mustafa gave us a lift to a pottery workshop where one of his
relatives worked. (You really could get around Turkey being handed
from relative to relative and friend to friend, as described in Turkish
Reflections.) There was a kick wheel being demonstrated,
and Gabi had a go at that herself. She also bought some tiles and a
"Hittite"-style toroidal jug. Then one of the staff drove us to Pasarbag.
Pasarbag rock pinnacles
the ruins of old Cavushin
Pasarbag has some of the most striking rock formations, and there's
wheel-chair accessible path and stalls, etc. From there we tried to find
the track across to Cavushin, but ended up following a dirt road instead.
In Cavushin we visited a rock-cut church, which is not so exciting,
had a drink, looked at the ruins of Old Cavushin, and had lunch.
Then we walked up Rose Valley and back together, then Gabi went back to
Cavushin to get the bus to Goreme, while I kept walking. I went up the
ridge to Hacli Church (where there's a "Flintstone Cafe") and almost to
Sunset Point, before dropping back down Red Valley.
some yellow rocks, to go with the pink and red
serried rock chimneys
track from Rose to Red valley
rock-cut bee hives
natural arch in Red Valley
a fairy chimney skyline
Coming back toward Goreme I found myself on a good wide track which
headed into a canyon, where it came to a 1.5m high rock shelf with
hand/foot-holds. After some back-tracking to check there were no
alternatives, I hauled myself up that — only to find an even higher
face, with more widely spaced holds... At which point I bailed and went
back down the first shelf, getting covered in mud as I did (there was a
small waterfall down the middle of it). This was the only time I felt
at all nervous while walking, and that only because I was by myself and
it was getting late.
That evening we were wandering off for dinner when we ran into Shamsi
outside the carpet shop, and he suggested the newly opened Seten
restaurant. This was some way up the hill, part of a posh hotel, and
not easy to find, so he drove us there. And it turned out to be our
poshest meal of the trip — I had a superb lamb and eggplant kebap.