Turkey! (6)

Day 6.

We woke up to the view of the Pammukale mountain, though it’s only a 200m high cliff and the translation of Pamukkale is cotton castle. Our guide for the day, Mehmet, who was taking us on a private tour assured that we’d have long stretches to walk through so we’d better gear up! Little did he know we were going to tire him out with our questions and inability to miss any spot the UNESCO World Heritage Site – Hierapolis had to offer.

Hierapolis, it has been deduced, was similar to a medicinal and rejuvenation centre for the people of those times, replete with supposedly magical calcium carbonate water springing from the Pamukkale travertines, a theatre – the size, acoustics and beauty of which more than makes up for the steep climb to reach it –  bazaar lanes and wine crushers, gymnasiums and cemetery, bathhouses and even Cleopatra’s pool, which was undoubtedly the most popular spot during our visit, combining the myths of eternal beauty and immortality and feeding off the biggest of human weaknesses, but who am I to judge! The ruse seemed to have worked in 2 BC, so why not 2020? Having stepped into the travertines of Pamukkale, I finally relived the innumerable moments I’d scoured the internet to look at the Pamukkale mountain, forgetting the name most times. Snappity snap a few pictures and we were ready for our next stop – the city of Aphrodisias.

The name took us aback too, wondering what part of the word aphrodisiac was borrowed from the city – turns out, all of it! While Hierapolis was awash with columnades and magnificent architecture, Aphrodisias was more of the scholar’s hideout with plain architecture but statues and figurines in marble beyond amazement. And may I say, that their stadium was way more mindblowing than Hierapolis’, solely due to the unexpected vastness of it! They’ve now set up a museum which houses statues which are the best of the lot, or let’s just say the most accessible of the lot, for closer examination. Our guide seemed quite popular among the staff there or maybe it was just Turks being Turks, all friendly and polite, unlike us grumpy-faced Indians, until we see white skin, of course!

The hour-long drive back to Pamukkale was silent, to say the least, but we did manage to tell apart fig trees from pomegranate even in the setting Sun, stop roadside to taste dried figs while our guide washed down a single piece of spiced ragi chip with mint and lots of water! Oh, also. We managed to shop for some of the famed cotton, despite our feet crying out for some air and rest!

Waking up to the Pamukkale mountain!
The theatre at Hierapolis in the backdrop – the stage has been reconstructed but there’s another level of columnades that are waiting to be reconstructed. The stage has such good acoustics that you apparently don’t need microphones to address the entire audience.
The bazaar’s main lane in my backdrop.
The pools in the mountain in my backdrop.
And that, my friends, is a coffin of a woman. Or was it a farmer? Notice the detailed carvings!
A wall at Aphrodisias – a wall made of unfinished statue heads. Wonder what the finished heads look like? Look at the next picture.
The statue of Goddess Aphrodisias. Found at the museum.
Trying to get to the bottom of the stadium which could house 30,000 people, with earlier board games carved out in some of the rows!
Our guide explaining the architecture to us.


Graciously Yours!

Published by AditiChandak

Writing is the passion... Thoughts arise, words flow and the excitement never subsides!

4 thoughts on “Turkey! (6)

Your turn now. Type away!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: