Instead of crying about our cancelled hot air balloon ride, we decided to wake up at 6am and hire a driver to take us to the most scenic spot to watch the balloons. Because the views are arguably even better on the ground, at least that's what we tell ourselves to feel better.
Guess who got an extra hour’s sleep because we did not have to wake up at 5am to squeeze in a hot air balloon? Hahahah-haha-ha…
After a brief drive, this was our first sight of the balloons that were just beginning to fill the sky.
他们就好咯.
The views were phenomenal but we were on the wrong side of the sunlight, so our driver took us to the opposite valley.
And what we saw blew our minds.
Wtf like some AI generated desktop wallpaper.
This was what we came to Turkiye for. 很感动，很想被动.
Leave it to commercialisation to ruin such a gorgeous sight by slapping huge Chinese sponsors onto the balloons.
After being mesmerised for a good couple of hours, we returned to our hotel for breakfast.
Before we checked out of the 3P sex dungeon.
We left Cappodocia with the majestic views fresh in our minds and onwards to Pamukkale.
Might be the worst in flight meal ever. A cheese sandwich and fucking pickled green chillies, the kind that you would be disappointed to find embedded in your wanton mee. Sorry i didn’t realise we were rationing during a war??
Unfortunately there were no direct flights from Cappadocia to Pamukkale, so we had to do a detour and transit back in Istanbul.
For lunch at the airport, Rea and Jl opted for a Turkish leaf shaped pizza called pide.
While i decided to go for a more familiar option.
From the highs of hot air balloon viewing to the lowest of lows in one day. A Popeyes mashed potato that astonishingly contains no gravy. It was like eating sand from the Karapınar desert.
Safely descended in Denizli instead of landing in neighbouring Syria.
Top 5 most ghetto airports i have ever been to 打卡.
As the sun set, it seemed like god himself was coming down through the clouds to tell me that Epstein didn't kill himself.
We checked into our nice little hotel in Pamukkale and scooted off into town for dinner.
去到哪里都想喊 next team.
We chose this restaurant for dinner because of its affordable meal options.
Totally not because of the cute, curious kittens at the front door.
Another day, another weird soup in Turkiye. 他们真的不是很会煮汤.
But you can't go wrong with kebab, fries and rice. Even if it does get boring after several days.
Pamukkale is a small town where tourists usually visit for day trips so it was pretty quiet at night.
The stray dogs here are friendly and escorted us around to make sure we were safe.
We were 小 surprised by a random flock of sheep at night who were dead silent.
So i took revenge by having them for supper. Kokorec is an intimidating sandwich filled with grilled lamb intestines. I was looking forward to try this but it indeed tasted as shit as it sounds. Oh well, at least we can go to sleep dreaming about being in one of the balloons in the sky.
- End of Day 6 -
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