Road Trip to Ephesus

The first time travel were now on the program: The plan was as follows : first with all students on Fridays to Ephesus and Kusadasi, then by the Portuguese ( I alone among four Portuguese! ) Continue to Pamukkale and Marmaris.

Instead of going to Ephesus we drove to a village, which formerly belonged to Greece and therefore looked on the architecture as well. It was really cute. We ate on a roof terrace, which was covered with cushions, found peppers, dried in bowls in the sun and found signs on the bazaar that promised us“Genuine Fake Watches". Then it went to Kusadasi. Very popular among tourists and probably really only among them. The beaches were small, the restaurants expensive and above all: The whole thing did not look nice.

So get away from there! We wanted to ask a taxi driver to tell us the way to the bus terminal. In Turkey overland trips are experienced mainly in the bus. A very special kind of travel that yes but is rather uncommon in Germany. However, the taxi driver offered us to drive us completely to Pamukkale. No idea how far he has thought about it, but eventually he drove us for 160 TL to the hostel. It was a three hour drive! In addition, he invited us to another on a Çay. I also looked at times Ferry Dublin Holyhead.

So we arrived in the evening at the hostel. There we ate... but in comparison to all other vertices, where you can eat, it was nevertheless expensive. Then the son of the family, who also works there suddenly brings out a guitar when Daniel said that he would like to have a here. Now we only sat at the table and sang and played songs and then we went to a lake at the foot of the Pamukkale terraces ( which does not quite fit into the picture of the landscape ) and sang on there, later we saw some times Ferry Cairnryan Larne offers.

The next day sightseeing. The join network drive to the South Gate of Pamukkale us. We land at the ancient Byzantine city of Hierapolis. This was destroyed by an earthquake, the ruins can still be seen today. We had insane luck with the weather. The city was beautiful in its own way. And the white terraces with their hot water glistened in the sun. It was indescribable. We were all speechless. Some places you can not describe. Some places you have to have just seen, similar to the last times Ferry Cairnryan Belfast trip.

But then : A storm moved. We were indeed in the mountains, on a high plateau. We finally gave up and fled in a museum. And left Pamukkale then by the barefoot Kalkterassen ran down.

We then into a gift shop to buy postcards. And for some reason have in this area a very ugly mascot. A small brown male with a giant penis. So now we bought postcards and after I had paid, I threw my towel sweeping over my shoulder. And... meet the magnet behind me.

Visit of the Palas de Rei

The dinner consisted of a soup with potatoes and cabbage stalk. This is the local vegetables. Nowhere do we have such quantities of carbon seen in home gardens as here. For the main course we ate a delicious fish fillet. We could for € 3, - even buy a bottle of wine and are thus drawn into the kitchen of the hostel to hear any football news for Olli and Martin at my radio. At Deutsche Welle, but no current sports news were to receive. At 22.15 clock, we are in the bags.

Throughout the night there were storms and rain. Therefore, it was not a good night. Olli and I have made mobile at 07.00 clock. As we walked around 07.40 clock out of the house while it was dry and partly clearly quite dim but still. Around 10:00 clock I looked at Swift Ferry Dublin Liverpool and we went without rain gear. Olli had put on his poncho again and then realized that probably still hangs up his raincoat in Hospital in the bar. Then it started to rain immediately with wind from the south.

Until Palas de Rei but we wanted to keep. There we have done in a nice, warm bar 45 minutes break. Although the host made a dour impression, but francese baked us a tortilla. In addition there was the obligatory hot drink. After this pause, but it went really begins. For the next three hours, the rain has battered us properly. From the beautiful scenery and the idyllic rural villages, linked by the Corredoiras, we have only seen in the rain swaths something. I later checked irish ferries holyhead dublin.

Shortly before reaching the target days, Melide, it was a little better and the rain subsided. At the entrance to Melide, in the small town of San Juan de Furelos, we were swept by a priest formally in his little church. He handed us two punch in the Credential and kept us a flaming speech in Spanish about the crucifixion vigorous figure of his Church.

The right hand of Jesus points downward, which allows some interpretation. Finally, the priest was very happy about our donation and we moved with new stamps on. Just before the entrance we saw some large granite blocks with name boards of the Orde de Caballeros y Damas del Camino de Santiago.

Then we overtook Ming Neil from Canada and marched rapidly ahead. A Spanish Peregrino helped us to find the hostel. Sorry, there are no longer visible in some larger towns the instructions. Cars standing on the sidewalks or in the forest of signs they are difficult to detect. During this orientation Ming joined us and went to the hostel in order to look at fast Ferry Harwich Hook of Holland.

The hostel was not so dirty and moldy as described in the yellow book. She was just open and unguarded. We have searched beds and visit the premises. The washing machine was galician expensive, the dryer was it acceptable. Washed again we have with plain soap and my clothes I had after 30 minutes back in the dryer. Olli relies rather because the heating elements. We then retreated to the journal writing in a common room in the basement.

There were comfortable chairs and sitting areas with fireplace - but unfortunately without firewood. The cool temperatures have but not mind. A Spaniard, not a pilgrim and not the Hospitalero lay comfortably sleeping on a sofa and was not disturbed by us and also by others who were talking. Sometime it has probably aroused his inner clock, or he was hungry.

Peru trip to Machu Picchu

Since time immemorial, we strive to develop the unknown. This urge to explore has brought us a long way, but for indigenous peoples it is increasingly becoming a problem. Although it is difficult to imagine for the tourist: Worldwide, there are about 4,000 indigenous peoples, each with its own language, their own cultural rituals and stories. Some of them still live in complete isolation, and it is their most urgent desire to keep it that way. A wish that hardly can be met, especially in tourist areas and checked irish ferries pembroke rosslare..

For example, are just 100 kilometers from Machu Picchu in Peru, flock to the 2,500 daily visitors, the refuges still uncontacted peoples. Especially curious tourists have sometimes tried to contact with the Indians, and even designed clothes to attract the natives for an image from the reserve. The fact that this approach is not only unethical, but also can be fatal, says Linda Poppe of the organization Survival, which campaigns for the protection of indigenous peoples. I also looked at P&O Ferry Liverpool Dublin.

"Travellers should never go into areas where uncontacted or live very secluded living peoples. It is irresponsible to Indigenous compared to, for infection with an entrained flu can often potentially lethal. Such a pathogen can be found on the designed clothes. too, for travelers, it is not safe, because uncontacted peoples want no contact and defend themselves in an emergency with violence against it. "

In general, tourism and indigenous peoples can be perfectly compatible with each other, when travelers consider some things, as Linda Poppe is sure: "As long as the rights of indigenous peoples and they even respected, not treated as exotic or pitiable exhibition objects, one is on the right. way Some Indigenous operate their own tourism projects and offer insight into her life -. certainly the best option to learn more about them That may not sound adventurous enough some tourists, but yes also rising at home not in the houses of their neighbours to to see how they live. We also looked at stenaline Ferry Liverpool Belfast.

One thing is clear: if you want to get to know the natives of a country and their lives, have to invest some time in advance in the search for suitable paths. It is not enough to look up just to the side of the tour operator or the respective government, but also for example with organizations like Survival or Tourism Watch. Here you will find out quickly whether recommended by the tour operator hotel was perhaps built against the will of the local indigenous people to their ancestral territory or whether the inhabitants were forced only for tourism to show themselves, as happened recently in Burma.

Providers that operate with the consent of the people, allow a natural and respectful access to indigenous communities. An encounter in which both sides have fun. How it works, for example, "Picnic with the Penan" on Borneo. Travellers are here invited to spend up to a week in which the Penan in the region of Sarawak. But the arrival reveals how closed off the Penan live. Visitors travel to around one days by plane, jeep and boat to reach the small villages in the rainforest-covered mountains of Borneo.