Let’s be real, I’m way behind on this travel journal—it’s time to get back to it:
Part 2: On the Road to Cappadocia: Lake Eğirdir.
Because lounging around only goes so far, it’s time to head to our next stop: Göreme and its national park.
The catch? We’ve got to venture deep into the heart of the country, cross mountains, and traverse the Anatolian plains before reaching the holy grail… That’s 700 km and over 9 hours of travel according to Google Maps. So, a stopover is a must, and Eğirdir and its lake were the chosen spot (thanks to the advice—and influence—of *you know who*).


Well, we didn’t exactly plan for the weather to turn, leaving us without sun for the next four days…
More than once, I thought of Thérèse from the Canary Islands—regulars on this forum will know what I mean…
Under the sun and heat, an evening and night by the lake would’ve been dreamy. Instead, it’s a different story: puffy jackets are out, and the max temperature is 5°C…
Not to mention the place itself—aside from the lake—doesn’t exactly *wow* you. But hey, it was just a pit stop.
Luckily, breakfast was, as always, top-notch. And that’s putting it lightly—you’ve got to see it to believe it.

No regrets about leaving the next day, though—another solid 4 hours on the road, broken up by a cool discovery: the Sultanhani Caravanserai.
We’re smack in the middle of the Silk Road, but our camels are made of metal, and we’re moving a bit faster.



The upside of the weather? Not a soul around for the visit. Well, almost no one.

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We arrived at the park in the early afternoon, and the *wow* factor hit immediately—despite the gloomy weather.
"Cappadocia is a stone dream, a lunar landscape sculpted by wind and time.
Here, the earth rises in fairy chimneys and hollows into secret sanctuaries.
Shaped by centuries of troglodyte life, it’s a mineral kingdom of ochre and white valleys, where human history has hidden in the silence of rocks and underground cities, and where the sky celebrates each morning with the silent flight of a hundred colorful balloons."
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Not my words, but I think it sums it up well—even if it’s from some virtual entity that’s never set foot here. What a show-off, that Gemini…
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We wanted to avoid the crowds, so we booked (the night before) for four nights in the peaceful village of Çavuşin, 4 km north of Göreme.
The welcome at Instone Hotel was in French, and the place was nearly empty—a stark contrast to the main town.