After the tourist hotspots in western Turkey and central Anatolia we were in the need of some more exquisite adventures. We headed first to the south-eastern, then to the north-eastern parts of Turkey – east Anatolia. Thru lonely desert landscapes to towns you only imagine from the storytellers of 1001 nights.
3rd July, Nemrut Dagi
We left the Chinese dominated town of Göreme.
Our plan – a visit to the Gods on Nemrut Dagi. Some 600 km thru hilly, rather monotonous landscape. The only major change was the ever increasing temperature.
Overnight stop in Darende. 36° – not much to see, just to recover from the endless road. The next day we arrived at Mount Nemrut. A nice guesthouse near the entrance: Nemrut Kervansarai Hotel. Hotel ok, camping offered but, except for a parking lot, largely nonexistent.
A good, steep road going up, the last 600m a climb up numerous stairs.
And then, we’re up next to the Gods: they’re all Greek ones: Zeus, Apollon, Hercules, etc. All ok, but unfortunately, the most important one – Bacchus is missing. You know the guy responsible for rotten grapes.
All this, on the top of the mountain, is the masterwork of a slightly eccentric king living some 2000 years ago (who also aligned himself in the row of the Gods). Nowadays, you’d consider it probably a simple job creation programme of a crazy politician.
Of course, at such a famous place like this you’re not alone. A few other tourists also make it all the way up to the mountain…
… indulged by their all-dominant passion – taking pics.
Forget all these odd tourists. Anyway, as we came to know later on only, for us, this should be the last invasion of foreign tourists for quite a while. From now on, on our route, tourists are locals or guys travelling individually.
Nevertheless, Mount Nemrut still is a very special and mystic place. Best to celebrate this with an appropriate sundowner – if possible with Greek Mythos Beer.
At the beginning the Gods still in moon light.
Later we drove on to Diyarbakir. Still pretty good roads and a lot of construction work to improve infrastructure.
We crossed the huge Ataturk reservoir on a brand new Bridge.
Finally in Diyarbakir – a center of the Kurdish population in this area. Temperature: 42°. We stayed at the New Tigris Hotel, modern, centrally located, reasonably prized and all important: a secured place for Prado.
In the afternoon a stroll in town – the mosque, some bazaars and the all-important tea houses.
Well, the stroll was a little less comfortable compared to other Turkish cities – several times we were warned to pay special attention to the numerous pickpockets and other bad girls trying to organise some adventurous events for the odd tourist. Finally, we suppose we were looking too grim that even the worst girls were afraid of us.
8th July, Tatvan
Currently we’re in Tatvan at the shore of Lake Van near the border to Iran. Enjoying temperatures below 30°. But let’s go back to the hot zones:
After our mixed experience in Diyarbakir we moved on to the famous Silk Road town of Mardin. A very old settlement on a hilltop dominating the Mesopotamian Plains – somehow an observation point to crises prone Syria.
A visit to one of the Assyrian churches and the Medresa.
And finally a beer on a terrace with a terrific view. Where else in the world can you observe on a clear day all kind of IS Jhiddies’ activities just over the border while nipping at an ice-cold Efes beer.
The next morning a bread for the road and on to Midyat.
First we took the back road to Savur. Mountainous, small villages – all very different to the glitter in the western part of the country. But still good public infrastructure and a lot of construction sites.
In the afternoon we arrived in Midyat. Sometimes you simply need a splurge – especially if it’s somehow within your limits. As hotel Shmayaa didn’t have many customers at that time they adapted their prizes.
In the evening when temperature dropped from 42° to a reasonable 39,5° a visit to the village, admire the historic buildings …
After Midyat some cultural sights – Mar Gabriel. An Assyrian cloister that has somehow survived more than 1500 years. Nowadays, largely renovated with funds from different countries, it looks quite touristy, even when tourists are largely missing.
Nevertheless, its inhabitants don’t seem to have changed since Inauguration.
A short visit to the famous old bridge on River Tigris and the historic remains of that important stopover of the Silk Road.
Of course, the high temperatures of the Mesopotamian lowlands caused victims. Our second battery had to work so hard, even the booster could no longer ensure the good functioning of our all-important fridge. So, get it out, up to the room and have it charged for a day. Hopefully, an exercise not to be repeated too often.
9th July, Nemrut Dagi 2nd
Next day we drove up to Nemrut Dagi. Not to be confused with Nemrut Dagi we visited a few days ago. To put it right, we can ensure everybody that Nemrut Dagi does not simply mean hill or mountain in Turkish language. We googled it.
This Nemrut Dagi is a 3000m high volcano at Lake Van with a beautiful crater lake. So please don’t get confused with Nemrut Dagi of this crazy guy with his gods.
Please click on the arrow 2c the Panorama
Next destination: Dogubayzit, next to the border to Iran and Mount Ararat. The highest mountain in Turkey; a mountain we’ll not climb this time because we didn’t apply for the all-important permit which takes quite some time to get including all extremely important stamps.
But more about this and many more adventures and tales in the next post.