Where’s Wally ?
I could be climbing Mt Nemrut in eastern Cappadocia, no not any more.
I could be sunning myself in the sun drenched beaches of Silifke, no not any more.
I could be checking out the Crusader Castles that dot the Mediterranean Coast as I eat my way down the coast to Antalya, no not any more.
I could be walking through the old abandoned Greek cities of Kayakoy that were deserted in 1927 when the Greeks and Armenians were told there was no room left for them in the inn, no not any more.
I could be walking through the Myra, where St Nicholas (Santa) called home, no not any more.
I could be sipping choi (tea) in 101 museums that show Lycian, Greek, Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman (the race not the chair) tombs and statues all out in the open, no not any more.
I could be exploring the ancient city of Heiropolis after having wandered through the gleaming white Travetine Mountains, getting closer.
I could be Ephesus, marvelling at the Basilica that stands on the place where it is said st John wrote his Gospel, that was a few hours ago.
So, where is Wally???
Here I am sitting in an Ephesus internet cafae wondering what all my friends and family back home are doing.
Your turn. Wally.
