TOTALLY LIME-STONED
After a few days in Bodrum, we’d heard about a unique town 7 hours away, called Pamukkale. Intrigued, we bought ourselves two one way tickets and jumped on possibly the sweetest bus we’ve ever seen. This baby was the cream of the coach crop and offered reclining seats, individual television screens with over 10 channels, free wifi and even an onboard trolley dolly service – with bow tie and all! The journey was far from boring with beautiful scenery, endless entertainment and refreshments every few hours and we even got to catch up on the last few Underbelly Razor episodes. We accidentally overshot our stop due to being so engrossed with the murder of Norman Bruhn so had to back track a bit, but we eventually made it to Pamukkale. We had found the cutesy little B&B in the tiny village and organized to visit the ancient ruins of Heirapolis and the limestone travertines the following day. That night we had a bigger on the Efes (local beer) and met some fellow travelers from Milan who showed us the rooftop terrace of the B&B overlooking the awe inspiring travertines. The next morning, we dragged our sore heads to the meeting point and were taken to the hot springs – a good remedy for wounds and injuries so we soaked our scabby knees in vain till everyone on the tour gave us the “we’re waiting to go” look. Next stop: Heirapolis – an ancient city, most famous for hosting Cleopatra’s pool. Still standing and in operation, legend has it that ol’ Cleo was no oil painting in her youth and it was when she bathed in this natural spring water, that she became beautiful overnight. Costing $50 entry for both of us, we made a unanimous decision to pass after surveying the repulsive perverted Russian men wading around like whales – convinced that their moment of beautification was one more lap away. From Cleopatra’s Pool, we walked to the entrance of the Limestone Travertine Pools which was our main attraction to Pamukkale in the first instance. Kez was the first to sample the pool outside the entrance gate, fully clothed, not watching her step and went A.O.T into the water… WITH her good camera. Luckily, it was salvaged and not harmed in any way, only thing to come away bruised was her ego. Once we were INSIDE the entrance gate, we got to strip down to our swimmies and frolic in the incredible snow-like travertines. It was nothing short of amazing and surreal and another opportunity to soak the knees in the mineral rich waters.
WIN:
The one time we took any notice of our off-the-chart-crazy host in Bodrum was a definite win. His colourful recommendation was both entertaining and highly valued. Gotta love a good old fashioned nut case!
FAIL:
The FILTHY sleaze who we booked our tours through once we got to Pamukkale. Makes Kez vom just thinking about him.
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