Turkey, Day 1

I’m sitting at a Starbucks in Bodrum. Beautiful, sunny day. 60’s.

Got some good rest last night. Out early after breakfast. Visited St. Peter’s castle where they have the National Underwater Archaeological Museum. Great displays of ships and artifacts raised from the sea-floor in this area. Very interesting. And some beautiful vistas.

Walked all over the city. Peered through the gates of the site to the Mausoleum—the tomb of King Mausolos, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Nothing much to see now. Guide books said not to waste the entry fee, so …

Got a sandwich and came back to the hotel for a quick power nap. I’m having coffee now and doing some reading about the sites I’ll visit tomorrow: Didyma, Miletus, Priene. Will be driving north tomorrow to get to those sites and will be staying at a hotel near Ephesus in Selcuk.

Roads are good (so far) and driving here is much like driving in Greece. In fact, the two countries and peoples are very similar. Must be why they hate each other so much.

Every four hours or so (starting at 5:00 this morning!), the call to prayer screams out from the minarets. Doesn’t last but for a few minutes, but the rhythm of life it creates is different from any other place I’ve visited. The call is offered in that high, ululating cadence that is so eastern and distinctive. But it has almost a playful quality to it … interesting.

As I was walking to the Starbucks, a fire engine was blocking the street, backing up traffic for a ways. They were unlimbering the ladder and had a fireman in the bucket with a net. Stopped to watch. He was trying to collect a huge bird (some kind of macaw? Colorful parrot of some species). It flew off to the top of another palm tree and they had to pull in the ladder, move the truck about 20 yards, and start all over again. People stopped to gawk and were laughing and pointing. The more things differ, the more they are the same.

I’ll probably get dinner at the same spot tonight (Musto’s Restaurant). The “linguini with seafoods” really was that good. Hope you are all well.

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