Welcome to the diary I kept while travelling for two weeks in Turkey.
London to Istanbul, the Hotel Turkoman, old friends well met.
Topkapi Palace, the Sunken Cistern and dinner by the Sea of Marmara.
The Blue Mosque, Galata Bridge, crosing the Golden Horn.
Kapali Carsi, the Grand Bazaar.
The Dolmabahce Palace, alone in Istanbul, a Turkish bath, a train to Ankara.
The Tomb of Ataturk in Ankara, a bus to Cappadocia and a tiny cave room in Goreme.
Clambering among the rock-cut churches of Goreme and an encounter with a mystical tailor.
The underground city of Derinkuyu, a Silk Route caravanserai, a hilltop monastery, and fairy chimneys of rock.
A long trip to Selcuk, the Cathedral of St John, drinking wine on a pension rooftop.
The Roman ruins of Epheseus.
Selcuk to Izmir to Ayvalik, a stroll along the waterfront.
Canakulle, Xerxes and the attacking Persians, me and the attacking street kids.
The Australian and New Zealand pilgrimage to Gallipoli.
Back to London.