The Clingon does not function well on little sleep, unlike your informant, who has become accustomed to little sleep over the last eighteen years.
Celçuk: we visited the house in which Mary is reputed to have died, not because we particularly wanted to, but it was on the tour hit list. Unimpressive, except for the strange wall on which visitors left notes and prayers for the good health of the living and repose of the dead.
On the way to our next stop, Ephesus, we drove past a German statue of Mary, which made her look like a basketball player. I guess the Germans like their gods big and athletic.
Below is a much more aesthetically pleasing statue. I've included it for my sister-in-law. It's the goddess of wisdom, who is her namesake.
Ephesus was impressive. Only about 20% has been excavated at this time. When they finish the job in two hundred years or so, it should be even more so.
Everywhere in the city, the cats come out to pose and preen on the ancient pillars, like a feline version of Facebook.
After a smorgasbord lunch in a local restaurant, we visited Siriçe, which was a Greek village, well-known in the area for its wine-making, but abandoned by its inhabitants in the 1920's during the population exchange. It's a Unesco World Heritage Site, and draws hordes of tourists into its narrow cobbled streets, down which there is no motorised traffic except for tractors.
It was delightful!
Now we've got another hour or so before we can drop off the luggage and check in for our flight to Barcelona. We will have been here in Instanbul Airport for 6 hours by the time we take off, but that's all right. Gave me a chance to update the blog. Next time I write, we'll be in Barcelona. Talk to you then.
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