Good bye Pamukkale
Well, I’m getting slightly mixed up. My notebook is full of scribbles about what on earth is going on, but I don’t even know what day it is. So with this in mind, I’ll write about my last day in Pamukkale. I haven’t posted any of the “future” posts yet, anyway. So I think I can safely get away with it 
I’ve had three very relaxing days in Pamukkale now. Lots of reading good books, lots of walking, lots of quiet nights talking over good meals.
I’m very much enjoying my holiday. Very much
I was talking to the owner of the hostel a little about the history of his business and his plans for the future. It interests me to know what motivates people, see. I was a little shocked and saddened by his desire to close down the hostel part of his business. He had a builder in 2 years ago to build a house for himself and his wife next to the complex of 13 rooms. During that time, the builder asked about why people would turn up with backpacks and then leave ten minutes alter after having seen the rooms. Well, they’re basic. Which is reallly all I need, and more of what you’d expect for the price. But he didn’t have any nicer rooms to cater for that kind of guest.
So, rather than build the one floor for his house, this particular builder said that he would not leave until he had built three floors. And that they could decorate the rooms however they liked. He asked for absolutely nothing in return, and to this day, the third floor still remains unpaid.
That’s Turkish selflessness.It was a heartwarming tale, but me, still a little saddened by the decision to close the hostel area. Then I found I was the only one staying in it, and I began to understand a little bit more. I not only booked into a 4-person room, using only one bed, I had a whole 13 rooms at my disposal! So, I guess I can forgive him for wanting to concentrate on the more profitable side of the business.
On a completely separate note, I’ve been cursed with two terrible afflictions during this trip.The first one, the people I really get along with at the hostels are the same ones who are leaving the next day. It’s happened since that first group in Istanbul. Perhaps they’re trying to tell me something? I haven’t seen any move into a hostel just around the corner yet though, so I’m still under the belief it’s just a coincidence.
The second, everywhere I’ve left has been cursed with horrible rain. Rain the day after I left London. Okay, that’s not that unusual. Rain as I sat down on the coach at Istanbul. What happened to the brilliant sunshine?? Not that I care… Heavy storms as was about to leave the hostel at Pamukkale.
“Do you have an umbrella?” – asked The Wife.
“Got a jumper.” Said I, blessing my foresight to be well prepared for my holiday to the boiling hot country of Turkey.
“Hey, I just got back from the centre.” Said The Husband as he reappeared.
“Oh yeah? Was it dry there?” Said I.
“No.”
So I very kindly got a lift to the bus stop. And the second of the 11+ hours journeys across Turkey. I’m getting kind of sick of those, y’know? It beats the trains, that take even longer but next time I’ll seriously prepare with some flights.Tomorrow. Cappadocia, to the bat-cave! Or something like that.
