• Nice and squishy
    Nice and squishy
  • So glad they let you go in to some of these while protecting most of the others
    So glad they let you go in to some of these while protecting most of the others
  • Walking back down at night, soaking wet and delightfully chilled. Close up of the travertine surface we are walking on.
    Walking back down at night, soaking wet and delightfully chilled. Close up of the travertine surface we are walking on.
  • Morning writing in Bodrum at the wonderful Artemis Hotel
    Morning writing in Bodrum at the wonderful Artemis Hotel
  • Sign in hotel bathroom, Kos Town. No peeing standing up, boys.
    Sign in hotel bathroom, Kos Town. No peeing standing up, boys.
  • A little bit of this and that. They use plastic bottles for homemade wine, honey, olive oil. Not the most charming, but upcycling!
    A little bit of this and that. They use plastic bottles for homemade wine, honey, olive oil. Not the most charming, but upcycling!
  • No, I weren't
    No, I weren't

Entries from Bodrum, Turkey

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Pamukkale

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Pamukkele

We had a long drive ahead of us. Three to four hours to the east of the port city of Kusadasi was a mysterious place far inland, a place called Pamukkale, that friends had advised us to visit. Pamukka

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Ephesus, and a list

  Ways that we know we’re in Turkey and not California:   +Minarets top the skyline;   +Calls to prayer from those minarets throughout the day;   +Dark hair and only dark hair on

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Onward to Turkey

Images as we cross the Aegean Sea from Greece to Turkey, and then some first images of Turkey itself in the port city of Bodrum.

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Turkish ruins

Some of the greatest and most accessible ruins of the Greek and Roman ages can be found along the Turkish coast.

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Market day in Turkey

On our way to the ruins in Didyma we stopped at a farmer's market. It was alive with color and costumes and authentic Turkish culture that's been hard to find in the big coastal towns we've been stayi

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Kusadasi

It’s Thursday morning and I’m sitting at our hotel’s café on the Aegean Sea in a large port town named Kusadasi, Turkey. I’m sipping cappuccino from a machine with a button I pressed that rea

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Talking Turkey

What day is it? Tuesday, Thursday? I think it’s Wednesday, but what does any of that matter. None of the usual indicators are identifying time. No sense of a sigh on Friday, no market on Saturday, n