Göreme and Avannos

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http://www.pbase.com/dosseman/capadocia_turkey 

           Which he did.  All the way to 8:15 a.m. at which time one of the Czech youngsters appeared with a bottle of home-made plum brandy called Slivovitça. He was leaving in a few minutes, but he insisted that we taste his brandy, swearing that Slivovitça commonly graces the breakfast tables of the Czech, especially when they have a cold.  So he poured out a few fingers of the stuff for each of us, which we drank with our coffee.  Unlike rakı, Slivovitça goes down a lot like battery acid.  Or maybe a bit more like paint thinner.  It’s hard to say which. It ain’t rakı, and it aint exactly a kick-starter for the day, Continue reading

In Cappadocia

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http://www.pbase.com/dosseman/capadocia_turkey    

 

 The bus service in Turkey is widely respected as being efficient and cheap, which it is. The overnight bus service to
Kayseri features a smiling, handsome steward who insists on speaking German to us because there are also two German men on the bus. They are, in fact, sitting right in front of us.  The one in front of me was like a little blonde bullet, bouncing around, slamming his body against the seat, which slams the plastic seat back against my knees.  He’s oblivious. We have assigned seats, but since the long back bench seat is unclaimed, Alisa scores it, and can stretch out to sleep. I move Continue reading