The Cappadocian landscape produces one of life’s ‘wow’ moments. Deirdre – a foot shorter than me – had been admiring the scenery out of the crowded bus window for about ten minutes. Had I attempted to bend down for a peek I would have head-butted another passenger in the chest so I had to delay the gratification.
My first glimpse of the fairy chimneys and crooked rock formations that make Cappadocia famous was on stepping out of the bus in the town of Goreme. Without the gradual build up as the scene changed over the ten or so miles from the normality of Avanos the sight biffed me around the chops to encourage the ‘wow’ that both helps to support the local economy and give childless travel fanatics a deathbed memory to look forward to.
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