Yeah, well - you try updating a blog after your notebook computer was stolen in Athens! Try being prompt as your flash drive is left in a hostel in the Swiss Alps, only to be stolen by a US postal worker (however rare that is) as it arrives via airmail after prompt forwarding by friendly hostel staff. Yeah, I know... excuses, excuses, excuses.
Enough about my tardy blog entries! Time for a Gore-rem-e pure-e! That's right, I'm taking a spectacular part of the world, putting it in a blender and shredding every fiber of its beauty so that I may bring it to you here in a semi-digestible tidbit. IT's the American way!
But let me catch you up to where I left off: after Istanbul, I traveled East to Cappadocia, a region which I'll rename now the "Zion National Park of Eurasia." I ran into a rambunctious ramble of Spaniards and French en-route, and we decided to shack up together upon arrival in the town of Goreme… …in a cave. That’s right, I slept for two nights in a cave with a rooftop swimming pool.
For three days I hiked and hiked for nearly eighty miles along the dusty hot tracks winding beneath eerie rock formations that I once thought only existed in the Western USA (here they’re called “fairy chimneys” – while some broad-rimmed-donned macho ruffians back home would probably feel terrified around such nomenclature).
At sunsets during my time in Goreme I sipped wine and listened to the lovely lisping Spanish chatter among the French and Spanish. One night we walked out for a full-moon night hike photo session (my $40 Ergo was not up to the task) and were out till well after 3am. Indi (long haired/bearded fellow pictured below) – I still await my emailed time-elapsed photos!
It’s funny how different Europeans are, even though they live so close together. For example, we embarked on a hike one day, me (the American), an Aussie, a German, the three French and two Spaniards. After ten minutes I noticed that we Anglo-Germanics were all alone in our rigorous leadership, the Spaniards had long ago lingered to shop for clothes and the French were way back, lounging in a restaurant in sun, sipping on tea.
All along the trail we came across ruins of churches and cities thousands of years of antiquity. It was all just time - dissolving so rapidly, yet just imperceptibly in the wind.
This isn't really a puree you know. After all, I only put one piece of the fruit from the basket in this mix. The rest is all mine to savour at my own pleasure.
