My travelling life developed a kind of pattern and rhythm. I hit the road at 10.00 hrs and stopped shortly after for a Pepsi and omelette. Back on the road at 11.00 for about an hour, and then invited by five turkish guys to a roadside barbeque.
They generously shared their meat, bread, cheese and fruit with me. And all the beer I could drink – which was quite a lot in those distant teenage years. Come 17.30, I was…
…feeling rather pissed
One cannot help feeling other than impressed by my poetic travelogue entries. Uncharacteristically for me, I also smoked three or four cigarettes. They kindly gave me a lift to a clean hotel in Selcuk.
I note that I had another omelette there and met 2 Australians and an American. It seems that we explored the ruins of old Selcuk at night because there were no admission charges then…
…pillars nice against starry sky, crumbling and toppling everywhere; weird; castle (Byzant.) on hill ahead; inaccesible by night; saw tomb (site of) of John [the] Apostle…
The reference to St. John the Apostle is disputed. The hill is Ayasuluk Hill, an UNESCO World Heritage Site. I noted a couple of days later that I also visited the Temple of Artemis (one of the seven wonders of the ancient world), although only a few stones and crumbling pillars remain. Which is why they are called remains. My perspicacity has no bounds.
I noted that I actually felt quite unwell this night, which is not surprising given my indulgences earlier in the day. It was not only the pillars that were crumbling.
And what will tomorrow bring? I can be found in an Aegean coastal city that is the third most popuous in Turkey and has been a human settlement since neolithic times.
Psychologist on the Move 