Day three of the Amasra/Safranbolu
trip...
We awoke early in the morning for an 8
AM hotel breakfast, checked out, hopped on the bus, and said goodbye
to Amasra and its stunning beauty. There may have also been a dance
party on the bus as it drove up steep cliffsides, but I am not at
liberty to talk about it. All I can say is that I crashed for a
while.
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| The view from the bus as we left Amasra |
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| The view from the bus as we neared Safranbolu |
After I woke up, and after a
considerable amount of driving we arrived at a cave outside
Safronbolu, a town which the tour guide told us “IS FAMOUS FOR ITS
TURKISH LIFE!” We walked over a hundred stairs up to enter the
cave, which was in the side of a mountain. It was also the fourth
largest cave in Turkey. The cave's interior was interesting, because
it was fairly boring when one first walked in, but more and more cool
rock formations were to be found as we kept going. At the half-way
point in the cave, the obnoxious tour guide wanted us all to leave. I
ignored her “Haydi gidelim” along with most of the rest of us,
and continued into the cave which continued to get more spectacular
as we went along. It was a good time.
After the cave, it was time for the
canyon. “Canyon. You know, Canyon. Canyon, you know,” the tour
guide coherently and relevantly explained. Once we got there there
was a cool glass platform extending over the canyon's surface.
Surprisingly, it was free to walk out there. As we strolled out on to
the platform, we were sure to obey the relevant signs telling us to
not prance. The tour guide helpfully explained, “there is a
canyon!” to the dismay of all within earshot. Still, the canyon was
cool.
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Ariel is from Texas.
Safronbolu also was a nice town. The
restaurant we stopped at was easily the best meal of the trip, and I
enjoyed my pide immensly. After lunch, we walked through the town
market which was cool. Doruk broke open a peculiar fruit with a
fairly nasty peel, and provided the quote I used for yesterday's
post.
Then, a lengthy bus trip back to
Ankara. The tour guide departed to much cheering.
Eventually, we took a mola at a lovely truck stop. Check out
these cuties that were for sale.
Also interesting was the Erdoğan van in the parking lot.
More posts to come... Some time.
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