Kusadasi, Turkey. Ephesus

The Odeon seated about 1500 people.
Fantastic tortoise/turtle we saw. See the fabulous patterns on its shell?

Amphitheater. Mark and I sat. Randall and M walked up.

The marble road. Slick as hell even on a hot, dry day. I can’t imagine riding a horse down it.

I thought this was pretty. 

My bookends. 

This kid is a champ. Used to a quiet country life, she managed many hot days in the sun. Doesn’t she look just a little bit…melted?

Exploring the ruins. The best part of NOT having a guide.

Honesty in advertising.

KUSADASI, TURKEY (EPHESUS)

The ship docked in Kusadasi and we disembarked and found a cab to take us to Ephesus. Randall, Martina, Hubby and I. The cab driver was kind and his English excellent. Once more I thanked the powers that be for allowing me to be born English-speaking. It is amazing how many people have a basic working knowledge of how to communicate in my native tongue. 

The traffic was much less crazy here than in Istanbul. We rode approximately 25 kilometers through the countryside and were dropped at an entrance to Ephesus. The driver explained that he would meet us at the other end, saving us a long, hot walk. The weather was dry and hot but we had dressed well for it and had sunscreen on and more to apply as needed…except for the tops of my sandal-clad feet which I forgot and which were burnt all to hell by the end of the day.

The ruins at Ephesus are amazing and the historical figures who passed through, beginning with the legendary founders, the Amazons, impressive. Anthony and Cleopatra once rode in procession down the flat marble road. Julius Caesar and his father both spent time there. 

We did not join a tour group but explored on our own aided by the purchase of a four Euro guide book. I had read a lot about Ephesus and thoroughly enjoyed the walk through the site which is still being excavated today.

Kusadasi, the town, did not hold much appeal for us. We ate fries at a Burger King and got back on board the ship.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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