|At the necropolis of Perre|
|Room inside, bring own bedding|
|Boys among tombs|
|Climbing 2 - at Cendere Bridge|
|Climbing 3 - at this stage with barrier|
|From near the top of Mt Nemrut|
|What we might have seen on Mt Nemrut on a sunny day without snow.|
"For an uncatlike
Creature who has gone wrong,
Five minutes on even the nicest mountain
Are awfully long"
- W H Auden, 'Mountains' from Bucolics
|Mrs Danvers is behiiind you!|
Fat and solid under wood and straw hats,
old stone windmills of Tenedos throw their fabric sails
to the wind, dance for the living, grinding flour.
Below their hil, Göztepe,
strange insects are uncracking from larva cages...
...Four-inch pointed steel with fins,
dropped by boxloads of 500, they hail terror,
can pierce a man from his head through his organs to his feet.
Silent, a hard rain and deadly, one kills Turan, son of Mehmed.
|Berkan con guitar|
|The Double Tree Hilton. I was on the sixth floor - at the back|