Part two. . .
This post was first published on the blog "Tuk-tuks, chicken bouquets and bicycle bells" on kerrytolsontravels.com
Mal was chaffing at the bit to get behind the wheel and drive so we hired a car and headed for Soganli, the most divine little cave village of the Cappadocia area (in my opinion). The landscape here looks as if it's straight off the celluloid strips of a Star Wars film, even though not a single shot of the movies footage was ever filmed here.
My initial reason for coming here was to buy 'Peanut' a doll this village is famous for. It's debatable as to whether the dolls are cute or fuggly but they certainly are unique and the selling of them is hotly contested by the womenfolk who make them. As I went to make my purchase I had the feeling my choice may have started a fiery debate as to who had made the better doll and the fact I was buying just one doll didn't seem to sit right.
Surely I was to buy more.
The pinnacle of Goreme trip was the Balloon Ride.
Never in my life have I ever had any desire to ever put myself in a basket and float 1000metres into the sky to be held there by just a sheet and some rope and have a whopping great flame bursting up into said silk sheet.
But I could not visit Cappadocia and not do what is considered one of the great balloon rides of the world. I had to just stuff my fears, anxiety and freakouts down into the pit of my stomach, 'man up' and jump aboard the floating basket. The first night we arrived in Goreme we booked our flight for early in the week, just in case the weather turned bad and we had to cancel and find another day. Which apparently is what had happen to all the balloons on that first morning. The breeze was just too stiff for floating.
Our flight was scheduled for the 2nd morning of our stay and we got up at 4am, packed into a bus, drove 100mtrs from our guest house, off loaded, ate a sumptuous breakfast and jumped back on the bus to drive near to Nevsehir where we watched the balloons inflate. There was trepidation as to whether we'd get up and our pilot, Mike, was positive we would but the authorities were holding us back for more favourable conditions.
Sunrise came and went and it began to heat up. We'd dressed to icy pre-dawn conditions and were now pulling the layers off. Finally very close to 7am we were given the all clear for take off and there was scramble to the baskets. Mike was keen to be first off the ground and I think we came close for as we rose so did all the others and the sky filled with 100 balloons.
I held my breath and at the same time hung on for dear life as we rose higher and higher into the blue and sailed across the valleys.
We didn't find it hard to fill our days and all six were crammed full with incredible views, experiences and discoveries of ancient rock villages. Every morning except the first we would wake to the "voosh" of high air pushing a confetti of balloons across the village and every evening we'd dive into delectable delights of Anatolian cuisine.
The family of one restaurant we dined at for a number of nights welcomed us as family every eve and greeted us as friends every day as we walked past. We felt so at home with them as the mumma (also a grandmumma) proudly showed us her little 6mth old grandson and told us he was grumbly with teeth.
Even on the day we left, Mamma came out when she saw us being driven down to the bus, stopped our driver and gave us a glorious warm heartfelt hug, something I needed that day, as we'd just been rung with news.
My own dear precious grandmother had just passed away.
This blog on Turkey originally appeared on my blog site: Tuk-tuks, chicken bouquets and bicycle bells at kerrytolsontravels.com in 2014
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
. . .and this is my book