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Just a quick recap………………. Part 1 of this saga dealt with the subject of how I found myself in this fascinating country. Travelling from Greece in 1984 and sleeping in Ephesus ancient city, sights, sounds, smells and people. Part 2 leads from 1984 into a further trip where I made a remarkable  mysterious discovery of a possible past-life. Now here we are again………… After my third or fourth trip to Turkey I had decided it was the place for me. i simply could not get enough of it. At this time in my life there had been several dramatic upheavals. I had lost a...
1- There are no dolmus stops. They stop and pick-up passengers whenever and wherever they want. This is good if you are a passenger waiting for a dolmus. This is not good if you are driving behind the dolmus. So, wait at an appropriate point where they can see you and they can stop without too much “Fast and The Fourios” movements. 2- You can easily hail them and they will stop. Most of the time they will stop or honk even if you don’t hail. 3- Before hop on to the dolmus, make sure it goes to the same...

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Random Alternative Routing Options

Written by Robert

Since the reports go out on blogspot in newest at the top, I’m putting this report (for Saturday) above the one I wrote earlier (for Friday). I haven’t been drinking hardly at all, or eating meat for about three weeks or more (the sausage you get isn’t as rich or...

Bozcaada: Annual Wine Festival

Written by Jana

A wine festival during Ramadan?! Seeing as though it’s the time of the year when Muslims normally abstain from drinking alcohol, I was surprised to hear it. Ramadan isn’t exactly a prime time for wine-guzzling Turks to make the journey to Bozcaada’s annual harvest celebration. But judging from the crowds...

More Cappadocia

Written by Mary Morris

The other day I was at Plum Farm, visiting my cousins, Mike and Donna. I was writing in my journal when Mike said, “I love your journal.” I can’t really explain why, but this statement meant a lot to me. Not that many people really notice the things that matter...