Early morning offered interesting sights as the hot air balloons lifted off to take passengers over the area.
We were woken by the sound of somebody bouncing a heavy suitcase down a long flight of stairs. The crashing got louder and louder until I realised that the racket was being caused by a drummer passing by outside. Because this is the time of Ramadan the locals need a wake up call so that they can breakfast before the sun comes up. Pity they cant just use alarm clocks like everybody else. We didn't need interrupted sleep because today was going to be a long one, to Nemrut Dagi along some dodgy roads
Day 4.
All roads to the East seemed to be either under construction or being widened from two lanes to four. The thought that maybe Turkey was improving it's road network to launch an invasion on neighboring countries did occur to me. Why such major road construction with so little traffic
Even the mountain roads were receiving a makeover
When the inevitable happened
We had tools a plenty to strip an engine and inner tubes in abundance but in our wisdom had overlooked the need pack something to remove the wheels with

. A chat with a family over a garden fence produced a couple of adjustable spanners and a cup of tea. Lovely folk in these parts. Burkhard set to work

Klaus clipped his finger nails
The blowout. followed by my headlight blowing as we negotiated the roadworks in the dark along with Klaus losing his chain resulted in us arriving in the area of Nemrut Dagi later than planned. Better get an early start to see what all the fuss is about
Nemrut Dagi is a vast funeral monument to King Antiochus, the ruler of a small local dynasty. The kingdom was established in the 1st century BC by Antiochus' father, Mithridates, and remained independent until AD72, when the Roman Emperor Vespasian incorporated it into the Roman province of Syria. Well, that's what the history books say. The setting is stunning
As was the walk past the tumulus containing the remains of old Antiochus, well it stunned my lungs anyway
Some wag had erected this sign, believe me I wasn't even tempted
Up on the Eastern terrace Antiochus and a few of his mates were enjoying the morning sun
Antiochus being the bearded bloke, front right.
The tumulus itself was covered in rocks that had been split by hand. How many tons only Antiochus knows and he ain't telling
A few more of Antiochus' mates can be seen on the western side having a lie in until the moon rises
though, if they were awake, I'm sure they would enjoy the view
The wind roars around this place, or at least it did when we were there. Burkhard had a novel way of keeping his head in one piece
On the way back to the bikes Burkhard spotted a challenge. The expression on his face is one of profound relief that his family jewels were still in one piece. Burkhard's idea of a challenge did not coincide with the mules willingess to having a rufty tufty biker on it's back.One nil to the mule
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