Hanging with the Locals in HasankeyfWe got home a few days ago and to my astonishment, I have discovered yet another nasty element of my personality...I don't travel well with elderly men. Especially those who sit in the back seat and drive "out-loud" when it is time to brake, turn, decelerate, accelerate or perform any other activity related to the operation of a motor vehicle.
Dad and ElleWhile some people can afford their own personal-shoppers, the best I could drum up was my very own personal-driving critic. I love him...but thank God this road trip is in the can, you would have thought we were driving on two wheels the whole time from his gasps, sighs and snorts. Next time (if there is one) we will use sedation and install a fake brake pedal in the back seat as a pacifier.
We cut the last three days off due to some hotel problems and the fact that we were all pretty wiped. We did have a chance to check in with a few of the villages and touch base with some friends along the way...but most of the villages are still inaccessible due to the mud and snow.
Back in Istanbul we are trying to catch up on life and enjoy the last two weeks with my folks before they head back to Grants Pass and a new career as expert motor vehicle accident statisticians.
Below, a few vignettes of our two weeks in the outback of Turkey and parts east.
Cliff Homes on the Tigris
New Grapes on the Syrian Plains
Leaving Dad Behind
Ibrahim Tepe
Safranbolu Salon
Amasya Portico Dome
City of a Thousand Churches
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