We visit Ephesus, the Turkish parallel to Pompeii. While perhaps not quite as well preserved as the latter, it is still an inspiring experience with some fabulous and special highlights, including communal Roman toilets (these will seem quite luxuriously usable in the weeks and months to come). I get to have a go at singing in the amphitheatre, although not all of the group appreciate my efforts.
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| the magnificent centre piece of Ephesus |
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| the amphitheatre and .... |
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| ...the star of the show |
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| the ability to touch both at the same time gives me the strength of an immortal |
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| ...or not |
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Again we have a difficult to understand guide, and much of our group trails off of the guided tour. I have to stay, as I have the money to pay him, being the person to blame for hiring him. We are all glad that we are doing this in the morning, because as noon approaches it gets desperately hot.
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| our guide |
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| the joys of communal living |
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| transparent trading practices are obviously catching on in Turkey |
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Home for the next few days is a pleasant campsite with its own beach. The latter part of the day is spent getting sunburned, horsing around in the warm blue sea and playing beach volleyball while the sun goes down. Oh, and turning Meg into a trans-gendered mermaid.
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a curvaceous if ambiguous Meg
PS in extracting Meg from her sandy predicament, an accidental slippage occurs, giving young Andrew his most exciting moment of the journey...and possibly his whole life... |
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