Quarantine Cappadocia through the eyes of Ukrainian tourists. Part 11
Start here: Part 1 , Part 2 , Частика 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , < strong> Part 6 , Частика 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 .
The technical part with maps, links and summary of all series is located here .
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After a delicious breakfast and a video after the flight, we headed towards Aynali Kilise or the Mirror Church ( this is where we crawled with indoor lantern ).
It is in this area that the Meskendir Vadisi begins, with a total length of 4.4 km. But we are interested only in the first part of the Meskendir valley, about 2 km long.
An additional landmark to enter the valley is Kaya Camping, which you need to take to the left. Then again to the left and further along the wall.
At the crossroads turn right:
And we start the descent:
There are many inscriptions on the rocks, marked with the word "Ç ekici" and a telephone number. Knowing what exactly is written on our fences, I had several options for the Turks. But no, I did not guess)) And you guess without the help of Uncle Google? ; ))
The path here is definitely not uniform, then mud, then thickets, then rocks))
Meskendir Valley Doves:
The local butterfly has an interesting two-sided coloring. When its wings are folded, it completely merges with the landscape. And when it flies, it becomes like a shimmering blue dot circling in the air. But this subspecies does not like to be photographed at all, I barely caught up with him in the portrait))
The valley is full of sounds. Birds are singing. Bees are constantly buzzing. The grass rustles. The lizards are fidgeting. And only in some places human voices violate this natural idyll.
So our two kilometers passed quickly.
We go to a chatty Turk with fresh for 30 lira (remember, a few days ago we came down here from the Valley of Swords). ).
Although, to be more precise, we do not reach the Turk and fresh fruit, because we turn right to Kizilç ukur Vadisi , which is Red Valley or Red Valley .
The total length of the route is about 1.5 km. The Red Valley got its name because of the characteristic color of the rocks. But at the beginning of the road still reminds us of those colorful rocks.
The tunnels for which this valley is so famous begin.
Next, the stitch varies between thickets and tunnels:
What I love about Turks is the ability to point in the right direction - where should I go from here, huh? ! ! ))
I decide to get up first to look and orient (wrong way, you can not repeat my feat)
Although for the sake of the general landscape it is possible to rise; ))
I return to the crossroads and go down the valley. Climb to the next tunnel.
I read the recommendations to bring a flashlight, but the tunnels here are not dark, the light comes from all sides, so I did not really understand why the Red Valley needs an additional light source.
The thicket and rocky stages alternate. The diversity of landscapes continues. Besides, these wavy rocks are damn photogenic and it's hard for me to stop photographing them))
MAPS. ME is not in the mood today, so he localizes me with a considerable delay. So somewhere near this pointer, I traditionally do not turn there. By the way, the arrows on the stone were also painted by someone very talented, because they point in all possible directions.
But how beautiful all around!
Coming back. Under a different angle of illumination, the same rocks look completely different.
MAPS. ME comes out of anabiosis and signals that there is still more to cut. Not a question. I shorten the path and surprisingly go to the main path.
I come across a closed cafe. But here's the main thing - the shadow! She took off her shoes and lay down in the shade. God, what a pleasure!
The entourage is authentic, somewhat reminiscent of our huts))
Nearby is an old rock beehive and winery:
My favorites here are colorful rocks:
Ü zü mlü Kilise or Grape Church dates back to the 8th-9th centuries. It features a colorful ceiling painting depicting bunches of grapes. Hence its name.
The entrance is closed with a lattice, but there you can easily climb inside and see the remains of frescoes.
I found the ascent to the observation deck Aktepe with the help of fellow tourists, because she tried to get lost again today)) .
And then all you have to do is turn your head in a circle and give exciting cries.
On the mountain observation decks are located one after another. Finally there is a place to spend all your money! ))
*** note for those who do not like to walk - this observation deck (on the maps it is marked as Sunset point) can be reached by car. It is best to do this at sunset to see how the surrounding rocks acquire a bright red hue.
Next I decide to go Gü llü dere Vadisi or Rose Valley , which has two spurs Gü llü dere Vadisi I (Pink Valley-1) and Gü llü dere Vadisi II Rose Valley-2).
A few days ago we were already walking Pink Valley-2 and walking through one of the branches Рожевой доліні-1 . That is, the second branch of the Rose Valley-1 has not been studied, so there is a straight line.
The heat is back. This is especially felt in the valley, where there is nowhere to hide from the sun.
It seems that this stuffiness is squeezing all the strength. Inhibits reactions. Exhausting physically and emotionally. God, where is that shadow? ! !
*** I strongly recommend all travelers to apply a thick ball of sunscreen on all exposed skin. This is the only way to be saved here.
Another photo of the invasion of landscapes))
Area of multicolored rocks:
I wonder what this pointer means? Smile, will the bird fly now? ))
Somewhere at this point, I'm starting to be haunted by deja vu. Because I've been here before. I've seen it before.
Oh! That's right. I go to Haç li Kilise , on the example of which we studied the history of Christianity in the region . Here I try to think logically. Once I followed the signs to the church, this is the point from which it diverges into two branches. One road has already been studied. I want another! And it is not visible. Completely. Unexpectedly, I remember the last time I saw people turning into a chapel near the church. I'm going up there.
Hooray! There really is a stitch here. I'm going. I look around.
Suddenly the pointer signals that you need to go down. MAPS. ME confirms. I look at that path and something I don't really want to go down.
But I see the French, who slowly rise from below (hereinafter the game "find a Frenchman in the photo").
I'm angry at myself for the eternal panic. Well, look - people are rising! Without a trace of fear on his face! So (all the power of female logic is connected here), I will be able to go down just as easily and effortlessly!
Did you notice that our lives are really run by little things? Because they are like a spider weaving its webs, taking us to global adventures in dozens of small events?
If I hadn't seen the people of Haç li Kilise a few days ago, I wouldn't have found this branch of Pink Valley-1.
If I hadn't seen people calmly ascending the descent, I would probably have just turned back without daring to go down here.
If Cappadocia hadn't taken out a lot of my inner fears before, I wouldn't have gone crazy over my own timidity, and I wouldn't have started the descent.
But all this "if" happened, so I waited until the French rise, going down. Left abyss (not surprised, not surprised, not surprised). A small lawn. The trail is a little away from the abyss (hurray! ). I look down. Ooooo!
Imagine a 45-degree bobsled track zigzagging into a rock. There is nothing to cling to during the descent. And only a thin black rope, gloomily huddled around, as if hinting that it is your insurance.
No, that's why I'm not going up. No chance. For me, the descent near the abyss was a personal feat. Yes, the French calmly rose. I say, the power of inner fears is an incomprehensible thing.
Crossing myself just in case, I take the usual position on the descent on my own hole, grab September and, lifting the pollen cubes and filling the valley with all the diversity of the Ukrainian language, I fly down.
Haha. Halfway the rope ends. Well, in principle, logical. The finale is near and the grass here on both sides of the "track" is growing abundantly, you can amortize the descent by other means.
Yeah, I don't think I'm flying anymore. The pollen dissipates. I am amazed by the smiling face of the local grandfather, to whose city I landed.
I blink. I forgot something. AND! I exhaled. You need to exhale to get the body out of an emergency and start functioning again))
Turok unsoldered me with water and entertained me with fables about how he worked as a truck driver and traveled Europe before retiring. I often visited Kyiv. Oh, and we are almost countrymen! ))
While indifferent to him (after the descent, I probably opened the chakra, which is responsible for foreign languages, because at least I do not remember what language we spoke : )), the body breathed a little and calmed down.
Thanks to the Turkish gentleman and I go on.
Local dovecotes and rock structures:
Roadside wild poppies:
She came out of the Pink Valley-1, she is Gü llü dere Vadisi I. Hooray! ))
I return to Goreme.
Light and tart local wine. Nyavkalka treats newly arrived tourists with a professionally pitiful voice. The last rays of the sun today play in the glass.
The muezzin sings. The full moon slowly takes its place in the sky. Our mood, as well as life, is controlled by trifles, eh? ; )
