woke up feeling the many glasses of wine and beer from the previous evening's celebratory nature.
not to let a little dehydration get in our way, we guzzled some water, had a delicious breakfast at the pension, then set out for Pigeon Valley.
Rock Valley french toast deliciousness
Pigeon Valley:
we walked the valley about 4 km into Uçhisar--whose castle we had been admiring from afar...the hill looms in the distance if you look north from Göreme...
a loud cow blocking the path up to the castle
woman and her donkey
we climbed to the top of the castle and visited more surreal empty cave homes...
view from a cave home
Bob waving on a path in Uçhisar amidst the fairy chimney homes
storm coming in
storm over Göreme, as seen from Uçhisar castle
lunch on the castle grounds
dried apricot snacks from man outside castle
the rooster at #7
but before that we followed a sign for "traditional Türkish home" and toured ourselves through an awesome home in a fairy chimney...
work room
bedroom
balcony
we had a çay in the sitting room with a man who was actually born in the house...he now runs his family home as a guesthouse (2 rooms in a fairy chimney!)...while we sat in the cozy carpet filled room with him and his 2 cats lounging in the sun, Bob plucked away at a Saz...a wonderful sound (will have to look for one back in Istanbul for him)
sitting room
view to the yard
property for sale in Uçhisar
we took the dolmus back to Rock Valley to shower and relax with a couple of beers before catching our bus....
and then the stone fell out of my new ring.
sadly, i could not find it...i was in tears. Bob is convinced he can get another but i think there's no way they'll size and reset it without the original stone--i'd hate for him to have to pay for another (the designer reset it when we got back--no problem -m.)
"it's just a ring" he says. this is why i love him.
grabbed some awesome pide from Firin Express before getting on the bus.
sadly it was the first meal i didn't take a photo of, and consequently one of the most delicious.
i wouldn't have minded missing the photo otherwise, but it was a veg version of the traditional egg pide...hard to come by!
so later, sitting on the bus, the driver comes up the aisle with his cell phone:
"amanda? amanda?"
it couldn't possibly be me...oh but it was for me.
turns out the military barracks with the Florence Nightingale museum sent a reply to my fax to Rock Valley pension after we had left...Miriam went through the trouble of tracking us down on the bust (!!) to tell us of our appointment at the barracks for tomorrow.
incredible.
if you're ever in Göreme, stay with the amazing Miriam and Ilhami at Rock Valley Pension.
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