Sweet and Sour Friday

Today was our first day of our excursion trip. Today, Pamukkale was on the schedule. But Rémar got a stumache-ache. (According to him by the wine, according to me by the sick amount of jalapeno’s, wodka, beewax and the wine). Unfortunately it rained. Fortunately it was a little misty which made the mountains, the ‘Taurusgebergte’ very pretty. It had been snowing some days ago, so there was even some snow still lyings on the top of the moments.
The guide tunerd out to be actually quite a cool person. His speech got really nice(very nice when you want to fall asleep, no offense!), and he knew so much about Turkey! On top off that he had a nice sense of humour as well!
I won’t repeat all the knowledge he shared, but the most interesting stuff I feel like writing down anyway.
Did you know, this really strong, Turkish black tea is in average being drunk by the Turkish 15 times a day?! And that the colour of the perfect glass of Turkish tea is being compared with rabbit blood?!And that if you tap the tea you have one tap with the tea, and another one with only hot water, so that you can decide on the strength of the tea yourself?! And that ‘Turkish apple tea’ is more of a touristic thing rather than a traditional Turkish drink?!
That’s one of my favourite subjects: tea.
Okay, well, then one other thing I found interesting. In Turkey, there are, in average, 25 earthquakes A Day. The guide warned us that, especially in the area where we went to (Pamukkale), often little earthquakes are felt. And that the president decided to built an electric plant exactly in this area? And that he doesn’t want to chance his plans, only because it just went wrong in this one place called Tokyo. (Source: tourguide). Hmm.
On the way we passed so many small, Turkish, mountain villages, with lots of goats and sheep. The houses looked as if they could collapse at any moment. Also there were so many cemetries. Imagine living there!
When we arrived at Pamukkale, it was cold and wet. But that made it better the water in the natural baths came from a warm source! Pamukkale is a very stunning phenomena. As well because it is surrounded by an ancient settlement of the Romans! ‘Greedt pullbandage piepol.’ . . .. ..
The guide told us there were wild boars as well. And as we were walking trough the graveyard the guide was telling us: Yeah Several tourists have been attacked and killed by them and they now lay in some of those tombs, there are enough of them anyway.

Then we arrived at the hotel. Where they had ‘terminaalbaden’. Yeahp, either someone was dumb in a very cute way or tried to be funny with result. Then the guide told us we could swim in this swimming pool, though the water was a little radio-active. We weren’t very lucky with the swimming pools this holiday. Anyway, we even had a tap towards the bath in the bathroom with this water. Kind of luxury!
Then Rémar and I wanted to eat. So I made some tea and saw that my beloved waterkettle was producing hot rusty water. It was broken. So that’s that with my happiness for the tea and soup sufficiency.
Driven by our need for food, well my need, for Rémar still felt sick, we went to the villagecntre. A lot of locals, and lots of supermarkets. It wasn’t quite comfortable to walk there, ‘cause the guide had told us there was an important soccergame this evening. And when the Turkish people won, the locals might go shooting out of happiness. This went wrong before. So we went back to the hotel in a rushy pace and watched some television about Libian and Japanese circumstances. To neutralise the mood, or improve as you please, we went for a tea in the hotel café and played some chess. And Tududududu, I won a game!
Sweet dreams!