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Best lookin' (not-)couple 'a yabancilar up in that place.
P.S. I secretly HATE when strangers offer to take my picture. I'm almost always convinced I could have set up a better one with a rock tower and self-timer, but then I feel like a big ol' jerk doing that after someone has very sweetly inconvenienced themselves to help out. Sigh.

I'm telling you, this gets a lot easier once you just accept recurring the feet pics.

Night skiing, anyone? Travertine psych!

day seven: sprinting through the streets of Antalya at seven thirty am; making the bus to Denizli with a solid seven minutes to spare; Pamukkale--best bus line so far in Turkey! (ella fitzgerald/frank sinatra station through pastoral autumn scenes); suckered into scarf buying in the village of Pamukkale (trans: cotton castle); absurdly touristy lunch place with some deliciously authentic gözleme AND three consecutive (but different!) versions of ‘my heart will go on’; meandering through Pamukkale (convenient wiki link for the geologically curious--it's not snow, folks) travertines; turkish security scolding us for going “too far” (big surprise); drifting around the surprisingly impressive ruins of Heiropolis; bizarre non-light and vistas of another (particularly badass) ancient civilization’s empire; surrounded by german/dutch/french/japanese senior citizens; sunset travertine wading; getting caught up on american music videos the whole three (turned four and a half) bus ride back to Antalya; necessary otogar-hostel transport hangups (after more running to catch the “already finished” tram); early am beer in Kaleci with russell; one UNESCO World Heritage Site and turkey-tourist-thing-i-actually-wanna-make-sure-i-see down!