The sultan and sultaness of Brunei. Something tells me that car used to be elephants. I wonder if it boasts elephant power instead of horsepower.
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In my youth, Eastern Europe was ruled by the Soviet Union, and therefore it was all black and white. Later it was defined by war, also black and white. This is Bosnia-Herzogovina as it has also always been. Full of people living in very pretty towns.
At long last comes a bright shining day, and I am finally on the road to Ephesus. The highway to Selcuk (Seljuk) lies over the hills to Kusadasi (Kushadasuh), where new houses are stacked like bee hives, and cypresses rise like exclamation points through the olive trees. Canan leaves me at the gate, while she drives to Izmir to shop for roof tiles. The Marble Way stretches from the great theatre – it is still used for concerts – past the sign of the brothel to the Library of Celsus and the Augustine Gate. Read more about The Road to Ephesus, Part IV
Crested larks the color of roadside dust fly at our approach on the drive to Didyma the next day, site of an Oracle of Apollo and my first official ruin. Early morning rain gives way to blue skies. My sister goes shopping while I pay the Oracle a little visit. Read more about The Road to Ephesus, III