The Real and Legendary Ruins of Troy
Friday, September 26. Day 108 - Happy Birthday my sweet Russ!
When I woke up this morning, I killed a few mosquitoes filled with blood. Until I looked in the mirror, I wondered who the victim was....well apparently me. I suffered from at least 5 bites on my nose, forehead, and cheeks, and another one on my thumb. Funny, I can see the red, little bumps, but with the exception of the one on my thumb, the bites are not itchy.
After a quick breakfast and cleanup, we locked the door and left the key with a neighbor who was very sweet and would not let us leave with out a kiss on each cheek, and sack of beautiful home grown tomatoes and sweet green peppers. The day is grey and overcast as we head south. Originally, we were going to take the coastal road along the blue Marmara Sea, but as it started raining, we opted for the freeway all the way to Galipoli, near Eceabat where we would catch the ferry across the Dardanelles to Canakkale.
Gelibolu was the site of a terrible battle during World War I between the ANZAC (Australia, New Zealand Army Crop), Brits, and French against the Turks who were fighting with the Germans. Both sides fought valiantly, but both sides suffered extreme casualties of approximately 57,000 each and eventually, the Turks won the battle when the ANZACS retreated. The Ottomans had 107,000 injured, and the Allies had 123,500 wounded. Eventually, the Ottoman Empire would be defeated, but not at this battle. There is a memorial simulation museum to both sides of this conflict. Many Kiwis, Aussies, Brits, French, and Turks come here to commemorate their dead, and honor the valor of their soldiers. War is so sad. As Plato said, "Only the dead have seen the end of war." We never seem to learn.
Late in the afternoon, we took the ferry over to Canakkale. It was so miserable and wet, we never even got out of the car on 30 minute ride across the Dardanelle. By 5:00 we had checked into our AirBnB, a modern, clean, stylish, three bedroom flat that we share with two other guests. The owners live upstairs on the third floor. Meris and Fatima are a lovely couple that just got married this weekend. Upon learning that it was Russ's birthday, they invited us up to their flat for Turkish coffee, chocolate, and fruit. We exchanged a few gifts. It was a delightful time.
Saturday, September 27, Day 109. Trojan Horse and Troy!
Rain, rain, rain, but despite the rain, we ventured out to the ruins of Troy about 16 miles east of Canakkle. With our audio guide, camera, umbrellas and rain gear we spent a couple of hours wandering around the ruins. Troy over thousands of years has been built layer upon layer. Homer's Troy and the Trojan horse are on Plateau number VI, with five or more civilizations buried underneath. Plateau number VII is the Greeks, and VIII are the Romans. Such a lot of history. There undoubtedly was a Troy, and battles fought creating the rubble and foundations for the next civilization. Homer's stories of the legendary Odysseus, Iliad, Helen of Troy and the Trojan Horse are a combination of legend and Homer's imagination.
In the evening, Meric and Fatima, invited us to an art exhibition. The theme was basically the futility and madness of wars. It was well done and interesting. The rain is letting up and tomorrow looks like it will be a better day as we head to Assos.
All is well with the Worrall Travel Rs in Canakkale, Turkey.
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