Turkey. Wet impressions. Pamukkale in an unusual way
Oh, another series about “Maltese Adventures” did not get even. And then I remembered that I completely forgot about the May 2019 Turkey. You need to at least start about it or something, so that later you can finish it quietly, otherwise it will get lost in the wilds of the photo archive and your own memory. And then someday you will have to tell and show your grandchildren, here is the cheat sheet ready. I decided to remember, perhaps, the most vivid impression from that trip, that is, not from the very beginning : )
We did not prepare in advance for the May holidays of 2019, or rather, for their pastime. There are no dachas, the village is far away, the resorts are expensive. But resorts without children turned out to be very affordable. Deciding that our gang, after all, would be more comfortable in the village than in an average hotel without the entertainment and food benefits that were already familiar to them, we bought for ourselves the cheapest weekly tour for ourselves at that time - to the Omer Holiday Resort in Kusadasi, in the Aegean region. We have not yet wandered into those Turkish lands, the more interesting it is. So the rest was planned to be more educational with the opportunity to swim, if possible, of course, the weather forecasts were not the most joyful. Read more about reviewed hotel. Nothing like that, simple, but cute.
At the Omer Holiday Resort
…We rented a car. And one of the points to visit was a charming natural wonder - Pamukkale. The husband, of course, was not enthusiastic about this idea, it turned out about three hours one way. And the vacation, the body is tuned to various excesses and laziness there, I don’t want to strain at all. Understand. But I, such a wretch, categorically refused to be a substitute driver. I can only get behind the wheel with my husband-passenger only when this passenger is unfit not only to drive, but also to comment on my actions, from the word at all. Yeah, many girls will understand me : )). But the party I very insistently said - it is necessary, Komsomol my husband humbly answered - yes. One must see such beauty with one's own eyes. Ah, what a divine picture:
Photo from the Internet
Those who have been to Turkey at least once have probably seen these advertising posters:
Photo from the Internet
I think it's not worth retelling about the thermal springs, the ancient resort and Cleopatra's pool, and about the ruins Hierapolis city Turkish lovers have definitely heard, and if not , then take a look at least here to start.
Translated Pamukkale means "cotton castle". According to one of the legends, giants lived here in ancient times. Once they spread cotton on the slopes of the mountain to dry, and forgot about it. Here we observe the result of that forgetfulness.
The mountain itself can be seen from afar for many kilometers. Unfortunately, I didn’t think of taking a photo from the car, and it’s unlikely that anything decent would have turned out. But, believe me, the sight is unusual: green expanses, hills, and, suddenly, one massif is white. I don’t know if it’s already a castle, but a sugar loaf for sure.
If you want to live. . .
There are two entrances to the complex. The upper one - there, at first, antiquities are examined, then you go down and admire, in fact, what most people come for, snow-white terraces. The bottom one is vice versa.
We left the car not far from the lower entrance in a huge parking lot, paid of course, 7 lira, but there was no time limit. And then it started to rain. In general, it’s okay, in our memory all the rains in Turkey were short, and after them the bright sun shone. But this was not the case. Gradually, the rain increased momentum and turned into a downpour, which ended, of course, when we went back : )). And yes, I had to undress in the car, the clothes were laid out on the back seat. Fortunately, I had all kinds of bathing and sunbathing accessories with me, but at the resorts. And so we drove to the hotel: me, wrapped in a pareo, my husband in beach shorts with a bare torso. Everyone was afraid that the police would stop half-naked tourists somewhere : ))
I'm sorry for the large amount of my own personality, but this is only for demonstration purposes - to show how "dry and comfortable" we were:
Photo shoot failed : )
You really feel the charms of thermal springs when it is pouring from above and your feet are warm.
Warm went : ))
You can only walk on travertines barefoot, or in socks it is still permissible, if it is already quite sensitive. The guards are vigilantly watching the observance of the rules. They whistle loudly.
Absolutely not slippery, you slap on a warm and rough, rather paw-friendly surface.
But, of course, you should not forget about caution. Yes, if only because there are sooo many people, there are very shameless personalities, and there is a steep cliff nearby. The main path runs along the edge.
Naturally, tourists are allowed to roam only in certain places. By the way, these baths, in which we take selfies, were created specifically for popular entertainment, so as not to endanger this entire unique object.
And now attention! Remember divine photos? And this is what appeared to our eyes:
The first feeling is a slight bewilderment: where is the sky-colored water in snow-white curls of travertine?
The spectacle, of course, is not as stunning as expected.
So what happened? I would single out two main versions. The first, one might say, the official one is the result of an incredible invasion of tourists. Here, they say, they took care, took care and did not save. All sorts of people “walk” here, destroy and adversely affect the natural landmark. It seems like the SPA complex was once on the territory, but they changed their minds and demolished this business. But. . . here the second version is being pulled up, folk, more real - thermal waters are launched through gutters into the necessary reservoirs. And from there they are already distributed to numerous spa hotels already built in the village itself. As a result, sugar or cotton (whatever you like) terraces, due to the lack of replenishment with the necessary salts and minerals, became gray-yellow, dead.
And you know, it's still exciting and impressive!
Because of rainy treachery, we didn't go to the ruins Hierapolis. Yes, in general, and without rain, probably, we would not have gone. We already visited ancient Ephesus. And after it, I didn’t want to look at the next ruins, albeit historically valuable.
Hanging out for a bit atCleopatra's pool, in which, according to legend, the beautiful queen was rejuvenated. No, there was no desire to plunge into the healing waters. And it's so wet around : )). Oh, and the people, the people...
Despite some truncated version of what we saw and, to put it mildly, not the best weather, we liked it. And maybe even better that it was raining - the brighter the feeling on the contrasts.
Pamukkale is beautiful in its own light.
More from a series of wet impressions of that trip - "Kusadasi colors"
