the day that sun runs out of batteries...

İn the far east of turkey there is a mountain known as Nemrut which is believed to be the ancient and undiscovered tomb of Antiochus I, king of the Commagene. Although the relics left behind of this ancient satelite to the ancient greeks, there was however a great number of statues that now lay left behind beheaded and scattered amongst the dusty mountain sands. The romans came, conquered and looted thus abandoning this ancient marvel to the mystery of travelers and ponderers of centuries to come.

İn this far, yet central location of the ancient world that i haved resided for two years i still find myself in constant awe of the history we sleep upon. our city stands above layers of untold stories that are simply too intertwined within themselves to be unraveled. the tunneling of a subway between the two continents that embrace istanbul is constantly interrupted with the finding of ancient sea vessels that baffle historians and force new theories about the civilizations that preceeded. even the curious story of how yerebatan was 'discovered' still tickles me; i heard it was chanced upon when a frenchman visited sultanahmet and was invited into a home for fish caught from beneath his hosts' floorboards.

needless to say i have spent two years growing increasingly curious about the world in far eastern turkey. in fact i think ill finally get a chance to check it out in a few short months over break. i could start in mardin and work my way back and forth to Adıyama. its time to travel a bit of this country ive come to love..