After a long, nightmarish train journey, we are at Denizli’s dull, neglected, dark and cold train station.
Europe If we liken it to the train stations in . Would we be asking too much if we encouraged people to railroads?. He could not get rid of his state in the first years of the republic. The images are outdated!
I get myself out of the train when I’m in trouble. Friend is waiting for us in a hurry at the station. “What happened?” she asks. We say, “The tin has been delayed.”
Is it a train ride again, oh my God!
We have to cross the Denizli Ankara highway.. There are works on the road, everywhere is full of holes.. Piles of dust are coming on us massively.
Peugeot Karsan minibuses seem more frequent and systematic than municipal buses. We have to take the minibus to go home. We get on the first minibus that comes around the corner.. The transportation cost of 1 YTL does not seem too expensive.
The phrase “there is a suitable place to get off”, which I am used to in İzmir, is not valid here.. In the minibuses where they install the doorbell, the bell rings when you press the button.. The driver immediately turns to the right and drops the passenger.. Yes, it’s officially the doorbell!
The melodious bell that the driver receives at his mercy changes the mood of the van. I want to laugh, I’m surprised, I can’t laugh.
The minibus stops with the cries of the birds “Get out!. It’s time to rest from your nightmare journey. We eat and sleep.
The NEXT DAY
Denizli Bus Station with Zilli minibuses’ we reach. Surrounded by cheap hotels, hawkers. There are landscapes reminiscent of Middle Eastern countries. A bus station that does not suit Denizli. A complete mess. Road works, noise, crowds and disorder everywhere.
We take the Karahayıt minibuses. Thank god they don’t have a bell system!
We sit in the back. Fees are paid when getting off the minibus.. doors are closing. Air conditioners not working. The radio that opens from the heart of arabesque breaks our hearts.
Tourists sitting in the back row are trying to perceive. I’m sure they think that the songs played reflect the Turkish culture or not?
The person sitting next to them says “memories” and guides the tourists with their half-hearted English!
I am quite annoyed by the situation. There are scenes that we do not like on behalf of our country.
20 km. reaching the final stages on the road to find. We are entering Karahayıt. Cobblestone roads and ornaments made with stones specific to this geography, ornamental pools…
Everywhere in hotels famous for thermal water, everywhere. When we look up from the window, the whiteness of Pamukkale catches our eyes.. we are so close. We enter the paradise we see from books and photographs.
The bus driver is shouting. “We are entering Pamukkale, Turks are 2, tourists are 10 TL!”
Ministry of Culture and Tourism officials enter the vehicle without paying for the minibus. They collect money from everyone in return for receipt. Tourists ask how much money. Finger calculation is shown.
We enter the restored area. Everywhere in maintenance and repair. All of our historical sites are always under maintenance.. We couldn’t see a single sample place!
We say let’s walk a little more and travel to history before the white travertines.. Tourists swim in the pool where the pillar pieces are located. There is a magnificent view. We watch from the bridge above them even though it’s moss. History and people together. Everywhere there are tourists taking pictures eating. Pool entrance fees are prepared by the minute, we can’t afford it. We are getting into the consistency of a butcher’s cat.
We end our cruise and head for the travertines.. Shoes and slippers being taken off. Ice cold water is poured from top to bottom. The waters flow over the whites with great magnificence.. It is given in turns due to the lack of water.. I’m having a strange feeling. Straight yellow plains below, an unspoiled setting here. I’m looking down from the heights as much as I can, trying to get enough of it. It is important to feel and live this taste; There is no such example in the world!
We jump into lime-filled pools on the travertines where tourists run to and fro. As our feet hurt because of the hardness of the ground, we dive into the sunset.
Tourists are walking around in swimsuits, as comfortable as possible…
Pamukkale It’s like a paradise from our country to visit and see!