Zim & Chris' Turkish (Mis)Adventure

Pamukale is a very weird and wonderful place, some might say magical. Indeed in days gone by the waters of the hot spring there were thought to have magical healing powers. All bollocks of course but you know what these ancient types were like. The main attraction is these incredible lime terraces that spill hot water over the mountain in to the valley below.

The wind at the top of the mountain was so strong that even a fat bastard like Zim had trouble standing, but the bad weather meant that we had the entire place to ourselves. We made a deal with one of the people working at our hostel to drive us in the back way for a tip that would be less than the entrance fee and we were dropped off behind this Roman theatre.

Herapolis Amphitheatre

We found out later that the student discount would have saved us more money, but there is nothing better than slipping into a place for free only to find that you are the only ones there. It makes it less discreet, but more fun. After we walked through the ruins of Rome we found ourselves in the famous limestone pools of hot-spring water. The water was slightly less hot and more on the luke warm side, but we took off our shoes and walked through the pools none the less. We were yelled at from above at one point but we have found that most of the time if you are doing something wrong where no one can come get you then you are safe from punishment and we continued our descent without worry.

Not quite the weather for a dip

In closing, we hope to remove the stigma attached to Pamukale as every photo and brochure of this place carries the same woman with her fat ass hanging out of a poorly designed swimsuit.