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Day 7 (Continued)

Yusufeli, Turkey


At 3 p.m. we hopped a dolmus (a small bus) to Yusufeli, a village about 3 hours north of Erzurum. The ride was spectacular, to say the least. Just outside of Erzurum, we passed fields and fields of the brightest yellow wildflowers I've ever seen. Then we began the decent into the mountains. (I know this doesn't really make sense, but Erzurum is on a high plateau, surrounded by mountains which you actually go down into). The mountains were sometimes barren and craggy, sometimes green and lush. The drive passed through several small villages, and above almost each one were the remains of a 6th or 7th century fort overlooking it all. Eventually, the road met up with the Coruh river and followed alongside it into Yusufeli.

Yusufeli is a medium-sized village set between two rivers which join to form the Coruh, and upon our arrival it was immediately apparent that we were the only visitors in town. It was also apparent that within minutes of our arrival everyone in town knew that two Americans had come, and we had several offers of places to stay. We ended up choosing a small hotel with three clean little rooms about a block from the bus stop, next to the small mosque. We of course chose the one with the private bath and hot water. It was $2 a night, the owner told us. Mark and I looked at each other. The owner, thinking our look meant that the price was too high, assured us "it is my best price, really." We didn't argue.

We also make it known to the hotel owner that we were interested in hiking and rafting, and that anything he could do to help us would be appreciated. The owner then explained that since the Kurdish revolt began five years ago, tourists had stopped coming that far east (despite the fact that the problems were much further south) and so the only two rafting outfitters had closed up shop. But the owner promised that he would see what he could do.

Within fifteen minutes, there were two men at our door. One was a former rafting guide who had moved to Kas (a city on the southern coast of Turkey) to find work but was back in town for a week or so to see his family. He said that he would try to find his old raft and paddles and set something up for the next day, but that any trip would have to be limited to only one day as he had to return to Kas the following night. The other man was a trekking guide, who proudly showed us a Mountain Travel-Sobek catalogue a few years old which included his picture as one of the trail guides who led the plush tours for which the crazy Americans paid thousands of dollars. But for us, $20 a day. We talked to them both for a while (their English was quite good--all those Mt. Travel groups I guess) and made plans to go rafting the next day, and possibly hiking the following day.

Then it was dinner at a small restaurant (one of only three in town) overlooking the river which flows through the village. We ate the usual salads plus some wonderful river trout while talking with a 10-year-old boy who attended an English-language boarding school (apparently as the result of scoring the highest in the region on some national exam) and was home for the summer.

Besides the guides, this little boy and our hotel owner who spoke very broken English, the only English anyone else in Yusufeli knew were two questions: "What is your name?" and "Where are you from?" And I mean that seriously; while taking an evening stroll up and down the three blocks that comprise Yusufeli's main street (the evening activity for everyone in Yusufeli who wasn't sitting in tea houses drinking and smoking), at least 30 men and children (no women) came up to us and simply asked those two questions, listened to our responses, smiled and then walked away. One or two surprised us by first asking, "I walk with you to practice English?" We agreed, of course, expecting real conversation, but were then hit with only those same two questions. It was rather amusing, I must say.


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Day 8

Yusufeli, Turkey


I began my morning by sitting alongside the river reading a book (Anne Rice's latest Vampire tale, Memnoch the Devil) while Mark slept in. At 10 a.m. the rafting guide came by and we walked together to a dolmus which had a deflated raft tied to the top and paddles, life vests and helmets shoved in the back. After picking up two of his friends who would accompany us in the raft and a guy with a video camera (who was making a "Come to Yusufeli for a great vacation"-type of video to be sent god knows where), we began the drive further into the mountains on a dirt road that offered yet more incredible views of the mountains, farmers plowing rice patties with oxen, donkeys laden with hay, and old men hunched over walking sticks. After about three hours we got out and proceeded to inflate the Russian-made six-person raft . . . with a hand pump . . . slowly . . . discovering a host of leaks as the raft inflated. No question, this raft had not touched water in quite a while and the patch kit got plenty of use. But eventually the raft was ready and we took off down the river.

Although the river was somewhat low and thus the rapids not as challenging as I had hoped, it was still a great day. Rafting through gorges in the mountains of Eastern Turkey--what more could one want out of life? We stopped twice at small villages for tea and so it took us about six hours before we arrived back in Yusufeli. Best of all, Mark, who had dreaded this part of the trip (rough and tumble Mark is not), had a blast. We hadn't even pulled the raft out of the river before he started asking the guide if there was any way to do the other river the next day. Alas, it was not to be.

After a brief early evening nap, the standard trout dinner by the river, and the familiar stroll up and down the main street eating ice cream and saying our names and where we came from over and over again, we called it a very satisfying day.


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Day 9

Yusufeli, Turkey


Well, after less than two days in Yusufeli, Mark and I certainly felt like we were official residents. My guess is that anyone who goes to Yusufeli is generally just passing through, so our two nights probably entitled us to a key to the city. Thus, as soon as we woke, we were excitedly told by several people in town that two women from Austin, Texas has arrived the night before. We finally met up with them (how can we miss them?) and chatted for a while -- far hardier than us, these women were looking to go on an 8-day trek. This meant that our hiking guide became otherwise occupied as the prospect of eight days of work was too much for him to turn down.

So, instead of the planned trek, our hotel owner drove us (for a small fee, of course) to Ishan, a small village high in the mountains, to visit a partially-ruined 11th Century Georgian church. Like the rest of this place, both the drive and the church were beautiful. Remarkably, many of the church's frescos remained vibrant and while the walls had crumbled, the carved pillars had withstood the test of time and continued to support the painted dome ceiling.

Right next to the church is a school and as soon as we arrived in the village (on foot . . . the drivable road ends about a mile from the village), we were surrounded by kids of all ages. They kept begging that we take their pictures -- and were disappointed to discover that we did not have Polaroid cameras. But we took their pictures anyway and promised to send them to the hotel owner, who promised to bring them back to the village. [p>
Given our finds in Kutayha and here, I've come to wonder why some sites, such as Pergamon (more on that later) and Knossos (in Crete), get so much attention while others are completely unknown. What Mark and I saw in these little towns was far more impressive, better preserved, and more interesting than the huge sites. But, of course, I'm glad it is this way. No other tourists to jostle you, to make you embarrassed to be an American ("Herb, there are no toilets in the bathrooms--just holes in the floor. Don't they understand hygiene here?"), to interfere with the real pleasure that comes from exploring these places.

Anyway, after Ishan it was back to Yusufeli for our afternoon siesta before an attempt was made to get to the church at Dortkilisie, supposedly larger and in even better shape than the one at Ishan. But it is also more remote, and can be reached only after a 6 km hike from the road. Well, Mark and I clearly started out too late in the day; the trail was steeper than we expected and so our progress was slowed considerably. That we couldn't make it before dark was eventually confirmed by a girl of about 14 who spoke impeccable French as she led her pet goat into his pen. So after about two hours, we turned around without seeing the church. Still, it was a beautiful shaded hike through tiny villages, along a rushing creek and besides small planted fields.

On the way back down the mountain, Mark and I had our first (and only) fight of the trip. It had nothing to do with traveling, of course, but was substantial nonetheless. So Mark took off down the mountain, allowing me to take my time returning to the road . . . picking berries off of trees, making small talk as best I could with a few people here and there. But I didn't take too long because I was certain that Mark would be waiting in Takke, the village at the road, so we could catch a dolmus back to Yusufeli.

Well, I was wrong; Mark was apparently quite mad because I arrived a Takke only to be told that my husband (the assumed relationship) had already left, walking the road to Yusufeli (a good 10 km) in what was now becoming darkness. This, of course, made me even angrier because I would not have left him alone on a mountain, no matter how upset I was. Anyway, I waited a short time for a dolmus before also heading down the road on foot. Eventually, an already full taxi drove by and stopped for me; I squeezed in for the ride, thinking to myself that Mark must have done the same thing by now. But within a few minutes we passed Mark on the road. Fine, I thought. Let him walk it alone.

When I got back to Yusufeli, I went to watch the rafting video made the day before, which was not bad. It was edited well, and included of the rafting trip, as well as video of the two women from Austin walking on a trail somewhere, the restaurant by the river, a fortress on a hill, and a few other worthwhile sites. From watching the tape you would think that Yusufeli was a regular Yosemite with all the conveniences. Then I waited for Mark. And waited. And walked around the town looking for him. And went to the hotel looking for him. By now it was, of course, pretty dark outside and I was worried. So I found the hotel owner (not difficult, of course, as he was in one of the tea houses watching a soccer match) and had him to drive with me up the road. We stopped several times to ask villagers if they had seen him; all said yes, that he had passed through some time ago. We eventually returned to Yusufeli to find Mark sitting in front of the hotel. He said he went right back to the hotel, so I really can't figure out how we missed each other. In any event, we had it out -- I told him that I was going to go my own way after Yusufeli. He said that was fine with him.

Just as we were finishing up this conversation, however, there was a knock at the door. Our rafting guide (who decided to leave a day later) and a friend of his had come to talk. And we spent over two hours discussing economics and politics, both Turkish and American. And of course, by the time it was over, Mark and I were no longer angry with one another.


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Day 10

Erzurum, Turkey


This was another long traveling day with nothing of interest to report. Mark and I said good bye to Yusufeli about 10 a.m. (and from the way we were sent off, you would have thought we have been living there for at least a year) and caught a dolmus back to Erzurum. The drive was just as beautiful as it had been three days earlier, and even Erzurum seemed a bit more interesting. A gathering of horse-drawn carts just outside of town made it feel like we were going back in time to the wild west. Many people were out, with most of the women in full chodor (the black dresses that go from head to foot) with their entire faces covered. And the market was bustling with activity, fruit and vegetables spilling out of the stalls. But we couldn't stay as we had a plane to catch, so we made our way to the airport for the flight first to Ankara and then to Izmir on the west coast. We arrived in Izmir late and managed to find a good hotel at a decent price without too much hassle and settled in for the night.

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Day 11

Izmir, Turkey


Mark and I got up fairly early (especially for Mark) in order to catch the "breakfast included in room rate." After filling our stomachs we headed out to the otogar to catch a bus to Selcuk, the town closest to the ruins of Ephesus. The 1-1/2 hour ride was entirely unremarkable . . . frankly, nothing can compare with the spectacular scenery of Eastern Turkey

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Day 11 (Continued)

Selcuk, Turkey


From the otogar in Selcuk we walked the 3 km to Ephesus to find . . . TOURIST MANIA!!!! The parking lot was filled with bus after bus after bus after bus . . . well, you get the idea. And, of course, there were all the visitors like us who came on local transport as a day trip from Izmir or some of the other close coastal areas. I was somewhat expecting this, of course, but coming face to face with the masses, especially so soon after enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of Yusufeli, was jarring.

However, mob scene aside, I must say, the ruins were worth it. I was expecting something like Knossos. If you've ever been there, you would know what I mean. Knossos has few original ruins left, and so some idiots decided to try and "reconstruct" the whole thing, which makes the visit there virtually useless. While there were some "replacements" at Ephesus, for the most part the actual ruins, and in particular the facade of the library (the third largest in the ancient world after Babylonia and Pergamon), were awe inspiring. And there has been sufficient excavation, particularly of the roads, to get a real sense of how the city was laid out. Mark and I shelled out $10 for a guide and it was well worth the money.

After about two hours exploring and listening to our guide, Mark and I took a taxi to the other site in Selcuk--the Virgin Mary's house. Now, I must say, this was not my idea, but Mark is a rather devout Catholic and really wanted to make the pilgrimage. Supposedly, what we saw was the house in which Mary lived out her final days. Actually, a reconstruction of the house, but built on the original foundations, per our guidebook. So Mark did his candle lighting thing, and we returned to the ruins at Ephesus.

By this time, somewhat late in the afternoon, most of the hordes of tourists, following their guides with little flags, had left and the ruins were blissfully empty with the exception of a few individual travelers like me and Mark. And it made a huge difference, so much so that Mark and I made sure to walk slowly through the ruins yet again before catching a dolmus back to Selcuk where we had lunch and visited the local museum.[p> And what a museum! The busts and the statuary, all of which had come to Ephesus, were exquisite, like I've never seen before. And they were displayed wonderfully with lighting that even the Met would be jealous of.

Finally, at 4 p.m., we grabbed what we thought was a dolmus back to Izmir, but instead it left us off in some suburb. So I became a quick study and figured out the local bus system (which wasn't easy, mind you), and got us exactly where we wanted to be, at the bazaar in the center of town. It was one of my proud independent traveler moments, I must say.


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Day 11 (Continued)

Izmir, Turkey


Within about two seconds of entering the bazaar, we were seized upon by Mustafa who of course wanted to take us to "his uncle's carpet shop." But when Mark said he was really looking for some jewelry (as I slapped the back of his head for opening his mouth), lo and behold, Mustafa's family also owned a jewelry store! I was shocked, shocked.[g> But Mustafa was particularly charming, so I didn't protest all that much as we followed him first to the jewelry shop and eventually to the carpet shop. And then I did what I promised myself I simply would not ever, ever, ever do again on any trip . . . I bought a carpet. A pretty stunning 9x11 wool number from Anatolia which now sits somewhat awkwardly on my bedroom floor. (Hey, I didn't come prepared with dimensions or anything!) And to make matters worse, Mark also bought a carpet, his second of the trip.

Tired and worn from our day at the ruins and the bazaar, and full of way too much apple tea, Mark and I had dinner at a mediocre restaurant on the Harbor and called it a day


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Day 12

Bergama, Turkey


Another ruin adventure, this time to Pergamon. This involved another 1-1/2 hour bus ride, which was a bit more scenic than the last--unlike the ruins, which were . . . to put it mildly . . . shit. Maybe we were spoiled by Kutayha and Ephesus, but I think not. And the local museum . .. pffft. Definitely not worth the effort. So we were back on the bus for Izmir by 1 p.m. and back at the bazaar by 2:30 p.m.

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Day 12 (Continued)

Izmir, Turkey


We strolled through the bazaar for quite a bit, yesterday's trip having been aborted by Mustafa, and somehow managed to keep most of our Turkish Lira in our pockets. Instead, we focused on people watching and we finally asked somewhat what the "little king" costumes in all the clothing shops were. These outfits, for little boys, are suits, generally silk or satin, with a shoulder sash and crown a la Miss America. Well, here's the story (men take note). Jewish law requires that boys be circumcised at 7 days. Islamic law interprets whatever portion of the scriptures that deals with circumcision as requiring it at 7 *years.* That's right . . . boys get circumcised when they are SEVEN YEARS OLD! Apparently, in order to trick them into thinking that this is something fun and exciting, on the day they get circumcised, they have a big party (not unlike a bar mitzvah I gathered) and they get to be the king! And they get to wear their king costume for the whole week!

At the suggestion of the guide book, at dusk we climbed to the fortress on the top of the hill which overlooks Izmir and listened to the sounds of the muezzins calling the faithful to prayer. Because each mosque has a muezzin, and because there are so many mosques, it sounds like an echo rising up from the city, over the hill and into the heavens--a very spiritual experience, not unlike hearing the same haunting melody rising from the mist over the lakes near Srinigar. And, according to the British couple who were at least 80 years old and sitting at the cafe table next to us, it is also very romantic.


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Day 13

Izmir, Turkey


This morning was spent at the Archeology and Ethnology museums in Izmir, both of which were fairly unimpressive. As for archeology, the small museum in Selcuk had far more impact and nothing in the ethnology museum (traditional costumes, furniture, etc.), was particularly interesting. In fact, for me, the only things of interest were some pillars in the garden of the archeology museum that had Hebrew carved on them. Unfortunately, when I asked where they were from, what they meant, and how old they were, I just got blank stares from the caretakers. They were in the museum, so they were important, and that is all they knew.

After the museums we returned to the bazaar one last time where, lo and behold, Mustafa found us yet again. He didn't try to sell us anything this time, but rather invited us to join him for a beer at one of the small cafes hidden inside the bazaar. Mustafa, we learned, is a Kurd and this was the first time we got "the other side" of the story. Every other Turk we talked to about the Kurdish uprising generally told us, "Yes, it was bad for them, but now they can vote, and they can speak their own language (which was previously prohibited), and they have their own newspapers and tv stations, so what are they complaining about?" Mustafa, on the other hand, went to the heart of the matter. "Yes, I can rent a flat, but I can't get a job to pay for it." Besides politics, we also talked about education (Mustafa has no formal education but speaks at least four languages and is quite intelligent), travel, religion, etc. All in all, a good three hours.

From the bazaar is was back to the hotel to pack and grab a quick lunch at one of the outdoor cafes on the water. Then it was off to our second favorite haunt, the otogar, to catch a bus to Marmaris.

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