It was incredible to wake up to the town we had only seen in
the dark while sitting on the deck
drinking Nescafe and taking in all the sights and sounds. The place we're staying at looks much larger
in the photos than it is but it was very quaint and comfortable. The main host is a wealth of information on
things to do and is incredibly efficient at all he does. He was here til after 12 last night and was
the first face I saw this morning....not sure if he actually slept or not?
After breakfast on the rooftop we decided to head to the
Open Air Museum which was walking distance from the town. Houses and hotels are actually stacked on top
of each other and we discovered how difficult it could be finding your
accommodation as everything is a Cave Hostel or Hotel. Shoestring Cave Hotel, Old Cave Hotel, New
Cave Hotel, the list just keeps on going.
There are these fairy chimneys everywhere you look, most of them are
abandoned but some are still in use.
It was a pretty warm walk but once you get into the shade, it’s
actually a really nice temperature. So
we leapfrogged between shade patches up to the museum. There were a number of houses with every
other one appearing to be a small church.
A number of these had burial chambers and one even had a skeleton displayed
to show how they worked. It’s pretty
incredible how these domes were carved out and arches constructed purely by
excavation. You’d hate to screw up at
the end of all that work and cut too much!
We sat snacking on ice drinks watching a guy trying to sell
his camel rides. A number of people
showed up asking to take a photo of the camels and he proceeded to say, “oh
yes, no problem, no problem” and grab their camera while encouraging them to
climb on. The second they got on he gets
the camel up and they’re screwed! He
walked the camel around ten steps to get another camera angle, to the person’s
distress, only to set them back down on solid ground. Immediately, the hand goes out and he expects
payment. The only catch is payment is 15
Euros (which is ludicrous) as he shows the person the sign hid behind the
tree! Good thing we saw it before it
happened to us....
On the way back home we realized that our day of exploring
was going to be short and everyone was getting tired so we decided to head back
and sign up for an evening, sunset horseback ride. At 5:30 a little Volkswagen Golf shows up and
this skinny Turk jumps out in jeans, plaid and a big cowboy hat. He introduces himself as Irfan and herds us
into his vehicle. After driving through
town he takes us up this crazy dirt path to his little farm amongst the fairy
chimneys. Its has his farm and horses but best of all he’s got dogs and
chickens to the girls delight. Best of
all he’s got a 4 month German Shepherd puppy that the girls fell in love with
instantly. He informed us he had to go
pick up one more guest and took off to leave us with the horses, dogs and
chickens. Once back we were introduced
to the horses and off we went.
We toured the Rose Valley and Irfan was incredible with the
girls, making sure they were taken care of.
Rachel (Aussi woman we went with), Shannon and my horse were definitely
a bit hungrier and took a few stops before we made them see who the boss was
(apparently we weren’t at first). It was
a great tour and what a great way to get orientated and see the area. On the way home we had to put up with the
endless ATV tours that were coming back from their time but overall it was
awesome. Irfan even took a bunch or
pictures and sent them to us later.
After we got back it was time for dinner. The girls wanted to eat at the same place as
yesterday as the waiters were pretty funny and the food was great, cooked right
in front of you in their wood oven.
Orhan our waiter was hilarious and had an in-depth conversation with
Alyssa about her favourite character in Pitch Perfect. I’m guessing he had young girls too as he was
well versed in the movie and Alyssa
became his “princess”, nickname number two for her! After, we were off to find the Turkish
gelatino for our new favourite desert.
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