Today we are embarking on a special pilgrimage to Cappadocia, the undoubted highlight of our trip. Situated in Central Turkiye, it has a unique landscape and is steeped in rich history that goes all the way back to the Bronze Age.
Reagan’s operating system was still down as our driver picked us up in the wee hours for our 6am domestic flight.
Accidental artistic photo with my Leica 13 pro max.
Did not expect much since we were flying out from the smaller Sabiha Gokcen airport this time round but ngl it was pretty impressive.
They even had a capacity counter for the bathroom stalls and cute Mozilla FireFox cleaner outfits.
Just enough time for a traditional Turkish breakfast known as Mekhdoner.
Wtf is a 罗志祥 burger? Let’s find out.
Just like his songs, the burger is nothing remarkable but hungry eat 是可以啦.
"我喜欢大的" Jl probably.
Caught up on some sleep on our way to Anatolia.
Arrived at the ghetto style airport i was expecting, but hey at least they had air conditioning inside.
We booked a 2D1N tour to enjoy the convenience of not having to bother about transport arrangements. A private van met and brought us to our hotel.
Turkiye also got their own Mt. Fuji hor.
On first look, it seems like we were taken hostage in the middle of war torn Syria.
First time see hostage looking so happy.
We were then abducted taken to our first sightseeing spot, Pigeon valley. It's known as so because of the many dovecotes carved into the volcanic rock formations.
Pigeons were abundant here and mainly used as food and fertilizer in this region. Same could be said for Tampines Street 91 Block 935 these fuckers are everywhere.
The small peak in the background is Uchisar castle, a fortress made out of said pigeon holes.
After some photo taking, we headed to Ihlara valley for a short guided hike.
Wew.
If this is already impressive i cannot imagine how breathtaking the Grand Canyon is.
Hiking in 20 degrees weather was nice but the splashing sounds of the stream kept making me 想小便.
These little things are the stuff of nightmares, and the wood people are a little creepy too.
Such a surprise! Didn't expect to see Yong Ming here.
A mountain with a big hole.
A woman with a big hole. (Psps 我不懂要怎么caption了)
As the youngest of our tour group, we were tasked to be at the back to ensure no one from our group gets lost but this gay American grandpa (no really he was there with his male partner) kept stopping to take photos and got further and further away from the pack. 阿公不听话哦.
A primitive IJOOZ counter from the 1800s. How quaint.
After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived at our lunch stop.
Since the restaurant was chosen by the tour, our expectations were lower than my wife’s IQ.
A strange lentil soup that tasted kinda sandy.
Then we were served dog poop kebabs and strange rice that looks like someone chewed it before and pui inside our plate. Oh wells part and parcel of joining a tour group.
Next stop is the Selime Cathedral to admire more holes.
Turns out our tour guide happened to be the worst photographer in the world. Wtf is this shit.
Luckily we got qc and asked another person to help us retake.
Hole after hole...
But here's Reagan with his favourite hole.
It was pretty interesting but no need to see so many holes because 对的洞是需要 feel 的.
来都来了，就走一下吧.
Dreaming of wanton mee and chicken rice on route to the next stop.
We then headed to Kaymakli Underground City which had a surprisingly high tech entrance compared to the previous sites.
Inside the underground city, it was more crowded than Orchard Road on a Sunday.
We had to queue up and crouch near each other's assholes to enter the tiny alleyways of the dungeon.
First dug in 700-800 BC, up to 20,000 people once lived in this massive underground network which goes as deep as 85 metres.
Praying that the gay American grandpa doesn't die under my care.
After the tour, we returned to our now lit up small town which now looked much prettier than in the day.
Dinner was at our hotel since all restaurants serve the same shit over here.
View from the al fresco dining was 10/10.
Baba ganoush with pomegranate to start the meal. Jh Th 这个你们不吃的.
Some cheese stuffed portobellos that their chef obviously copied from our bbq menu.
My main was grilled lamb with the same half fuck rice from lunch. Someone please export some 松鹤香米 to Turkiye so they can stop eating this shit.
Okay la the view so nice, food abit meh still acceptable.
The three of us shared a room for the night, which meant that i had a front row seat to watch Reagan and Jl’s performance. Thankfully they were too tired and fell asleep before anything could happen. Or maybe they did it while i was asleep..? Either way, hen gao wei let's end this conversation.
- End of Day 3 -
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