Welcome to Turkey! |
On top of the hill is Atatürk's statue. |
En route to Ephesos. |
Trees protected for the silk worms. |
Ephesos from a distance. |
...And up close. |
This is how it looks before it's excavated. |
Our guide, the best we had during our trips. |
He was pretty funny: here, he is flying! |
Road of the Virgin Boys (IIRC). |
Ruins of an old temple. |
The agora at Ephesos. |
The main road again. |
The library in the distance. |
This used to be a fountain with a statue above it. |
Roman mosaics at Ephesos. |
A shrine or a temple. |
Looking back at the road. |
More glorious ruins. |
The library - rather, what's left of it. |
Library again. |
The brothel, and right across it, the library. The center of education in Ephesos... |
A small building at the library. |
The library again. |
This must've been magnificient in Roman times! |
The rarely seen back of the library front. |
Still awe inspiring! |
Random columns. |
Wine cellars or shops? |
Still at the library. |
The first ever advertisement. It says: "if your heart is broken, go forward to the brothel." I am not kidding! |
I became a Turkish millionaire! |
The mandatory amphitheater at Ephesos. |
Different angle. |
Yet another angle. |
Had enough? |
Good, then we move onto the road that led to the harbor, which is now filled up with land. |
Our bus group in the shade. |
Me and the amphitheater. |
We are back to Kusadasi from our bus tour. |
Look, they are trying to sell us rugs! |
This fine British gentleman explained it all. |
Nomads make these rugs, unfortunately, not many nomads left. |
So, I bought a rug from this chap. |
Buildings in Kusadasi. |
Chris in front of the same fortress. |
Just a drinking water fountain. |
We are definitely in Turkey. |
The guys at Burger King didn't understand why an American tourist takes a picture of their multimillion Turkish lira burgers instead of asking for one. |
Turkish taxis are nothing but scrapmetal American cars. |
Random ship in the dock. |
Welcome to Turkey, Chris! |
Closer shot. |
Welcome to Turkey, LaLa! |
Leaving Turkey. |
Definitely leaving Turkey. |
Onboard. |
...And almost off. |
Playing paddle tennis on the ship. |
Our last dinner on the ship: Brenda and Jon... |
Chris, Karl, and the rest. |
Flame-broiled ice cream, anyone? |
Or is that fried ice cream? |
He looks like he is ready to stuff that ice cream into my face... |
Sunset on the ship. |
Sunset on the ship. |
Me in the sunset. |
Sunset on the ship. |
Brenda, Chris, Jon, Karl. |
Almost completely set now... |
...and gone! |
Karl and Jon. |
