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 In Denizli, Angie enjoyed reading the hotel's comment card: "We Want to Know How You Fell." I did almost fall, actually, while joining Angie and Myra in the hotel's murky outdoor iron-rich mineral bath. Falling would have been very bad at the nearby white calcified travertine cliffs of Pamukkale. The sun was blinding, both from above and from the reflection in the bright white mountainside. We walked barefoot through the shallow pools and rivulets forged by the geothermal springs above. Not mentioned in the guidebook is that it's actually somewhat painful to stroll about barefoot on sharp, bony rock formations. Once back on the bus, Sidar remembered something about Gürsel, our driver. "Taylan! Can you help me hijack Gürsel's mobile phone and find the tune that will make him dance?" |
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