After touring around Cappadocia, together with a Finn, we decided to rent a car. We wanted to visit the ruins of Nemrut and the easiest way to get around was with the car. In addition, the Finn had to go back and then head towards Konya so we also had the problem of returning the solved car. The rental price was European. It left about 35 euros per day and the full tank that we had to return empty. So we put the backpacks inside and we started towards the adventure.
It was a long journey through arid valleys and villages where the minaret cheered our eyes like a lighthouse in the middle of the desert. They were long hours with some stop to eat. On the roads, Turkish food is no big deal. Boiled vegetables, some meat with sauce but - perhaps we didn't know how to find the ideal dish - we didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Of course, ordering food is easy. Just point your finger at what you want in a showcase as a law firm.
We arrived in Kurdish land. We started climbing mountains after having passed a few valleys. The arid landscape surrounded us and the country life was based on shepherds with the tanned face of so many hours in the sun. We were surprised to see that only children and some women work in the fields here. Namely where the gentlemen would be. Boys and girls of 7 or 8 years carrying kilos of straw, transporting cattle, working the land. To know if they knew what a book was and asked me again "to know where their parents will be ..."
We wanted to hurry and sleep near Nemrut. To be for me and Guido - Spanish and Italian - we would have stopped anywhere. There was enough time and we were on vacation, nor was it a rally plan for Turkey. But unfortunately, who was flying the Finn on that last leg and, as his neighbor Mikka Hakkinen, put the direct one in search of the mysterious ruins of Nemrut.
We arrived at dusk. We had crowned the peak of Nemrut at 2,150 meters - the highest mountain in eastern Anatolia - and very close to us were the gigantic statues of Apollo, Zeus, Fortuna, Heraclio and Antioco, safeguarding the tomb of the King of the Comagenes. We were able to reach the front door and they told us they had closed. The Finn wanted to enter by hook or by crook. We started to get a little tired of the boy. As there was no other option, we decided to look for an accommodation nearby. I thought we should go down a good stretch until we find life in that arid mountain. But no. We were lucky and right on the hill we found a hotel that, without a doubt, seemed the best option given the circumstances.