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The other is a short highway with a two-point direct connection. Although Yunluo should have repeatedly explained Yunluo's destination when buying a ticket, and probably won't sit on the wrong line, I still feel a little weak when I see the scenery that has nothing to do with the coastline along the way.www.biquge.info Until nearly noon, the car circled in front of the mountain several times, and then suddenly the eyes suddenly opened up.

Mediterranean, Yunluo finally sees you. The excitement of looking out over the Mediterranean Sea is not to be overstated, and that enchanting blue has been praised by too many people throughout the ages. The town on the left is Kas, and it's only about half an hour's drive from here to Xanthos. The parking place is called Kinik, and it is quite a prosperous town.

When he was about to get out of the car, he was stopped by the driver, and after some gestures, he understood that he could carry the clouds closer to Xanthos, and he was immediately grateful. However, the driver signaled that the clouds had fallen within two minutes, and it turned out that there was still a big slope left in front of him, and the ruins of Xanthos could already be seen.

It was once the gateway to the city and is still the first place to welcome visitors. Xanthos, as the capital of L, must still have had a rather glorious time, but unfortunately now the prosperity has long been left with only a pile of rubble forgotten among the weeds. There are two types of Greco-Roman ruins that have been most easily handed down, one is the bathhouse, and the other is the theater.

The best-preserved remnants of Xanthos are such a theatre. The first time I saw a real ancient theater, I couldn't help but be excited, but later I found that I could find it everywhere, and I gradually became numb. People are looking for freshness, hehe. What sets Lycia apart is her penchant for making sarcophagi extremely elaborate and then ostentatiously placing them on a high place.

One of the largest sarcophagi in Xanthos has long since been looted by the British Museum, and there are a few smaller ones left, but they are already very large. Behind the theater, the remaining walls divide the space neatly. The former residents of Lycia lived here, and the density of houses is high or the per capita area is small.

Across the road, the other side is mainly a commercial area. The main east-west road is said to still retain the original flavor of the past. Delicately carved stone carvings are rolling down all over the ground, and I don't know what kind of story there is behind it. The last large remains at the foot of the hill are churches from the Byzantine period. Homely.

Compare the promotional photos at the ticket office to find out what kind of style there is under the sand. From here, the mountain is full of ancient tombs, all of which are casually reclining in the wild grass. Although it is a cold winter wax moon, there is no sign of decay on the mountain. Wildflowers also spread out on the ground. Even when it comes to natural beauty, it's not inferior to many state parks.

The last remaining bit of the wall of Xanthos is near the top of the hill. From a distance, there are greenhouses growing vegetables at the bottom of the mountain, a thriving scene. Even the summit of this hill is occupied by a huge satellite transit station, which is now thriving. Who recalls the prosperity of the past. Then take a condescending look at the theater and the "mansion" behind it.

There is another church at the top of the hill, which is of course a ruin. It was Christmas, and Turkey was an Islamic country, but Christmas. So he stopped by the church in a daze for a while, and he could be regarded as joining the celebration of the whole world. This is the end of Xanthos, in fact, it is not a big place.

Another destination is Letoon, only known 8km from Xanthos, the specific direction route or something is mysterious. Xanthos was the political center of Lycia, and Letoon was the religious center.

Probably the discerning person has already seen that the name letoon obviously comes from leto. That's right. The main god enshrined here is not Apollo or Apollo his father Zeus, but Apollo Leto. In fact, apart from giving birth to the two gods of the sun and the moon, Leto does not seem to have any sense of existence in Greek mythology, and Letoon is probably the only known place of worship for Leto.

After comparing with the locals for a while, it was still in the clouds, so let's go around first. Returning to Kinik from Xanthos, it's a three-way crossing. Since Xanthos is on one road, and the other way he came, Letoon should only be on the third road, so he trusts his own judgment and goes on.

Soon I saw a gas station, and I felt that my heart was still in suspense, so I tried to compare with others. As a result, the boss pointed to the direction where the clouds fell. Now Yunluo is even more confused, there is no fork in the road along the way, but he can only turn back. I walked a short distance and saw a bridge that I had passed when I came. Suddenly enlightened, did you get under the bridge and go down the river?

Ran to the bridge to take a look, and sure enough, there was a sign. Later, it turned out that although there are few signs, there are them at every turn, so as long as you are careful not to miss them, you probably won't get lost. In a word. I found the direction, only an hour away from the destination, and the stone in my heart fell to the ground, and I was a little leisurely to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the strait.

After a few turns, in a vegetable greenhouse, Letoon arrived. Letoon is much smaller than Xanthos, and probably because of its remoteness, there are no people who collect admission here, but a group of children are herding sheep in it. There was another theater at the door, much larger than the theater in Xanthos.

The foyer is now submerged underwater. What kind of solemnity did the looming pillar base hold up. The main building is three temples, the largest of which was naturally built for the main deity Leto. This huge temple of the same period as Parthenon now claims to be at least 80% of the temple layout, although only its pedestal and a handful of columns remain.

It's pretty complete. On one side of the temple of Leto, there are also two small temples dedicated to Apollo and Artemis. In comparison, there are even fewer remnants of these two temples. The floor of the Temple of Apollo has elaborate mosaics, lyre, sun, and bows and arrows.

There is nothing left of the Temple of Artemis. Like the temple of Apollo, it was destroyed by fire and a church was built here during the Byzantine period. Both faiths coexisted here, and then both were reduced to ruins and replaced by the more powerful Islam.

There is a fountain in the corner of the temple. It was rumored that Leto had come here to drink water, and when he summoned the shepherds to stop him unreasonably, he turned the shepherds into frogs in a fit of rage. In fact, if you think about the Greek mythology I read when I was a child, there seem to be a lot of such chilling stories, but I didn't notice that the gods were all so childlike at the time, hehe.

There are no traces of punishment at the water's edge today, only broken stone pillars scattered among the reeds, a lonely scene. This is the end of Xanthos-Leeton, but if you are not particularly interested in ancient Greece, you will not have to come here. It's just in a village that enjoys the improvement of life by modern technology.

Reminisce about forgotten prosperity. In that simple, simple and thriving era, Yunluo thought it was also an interesting experience. Fethiye (the name Yunluo has hardly been spelled correctly) is just a place to stay in Yunluo's plan. If you have to say it, the time to visit is only one night and one early morning, but it left a deep impression on Yunluo.

If you move the day of Ankara to Fethiye. I guess this trip will be more complete. The Aegean Sea seems to have become synonymous with Greece, but in fact a small part of the Aegean coastline falls on Turkey. Fethiye is a famous tourist city on the Aegean Sea, surrounded by mountains and seas, taking advantage of nature and attracting countless tourists every year.

Even in the off-season. You can still see travel advertisements posted everywhere. When he arrived in Fethiye, it was already night, and Yunluo, who was unwilling to sleep like this, put down his bags and began to prepare for the night visit. Fethiye was once an important town in Lycia, and like Xanthos, there are quite a few preserved tombs here, but the catacombs here are more spectacular.

Built high in the rock face, it is carefully crafted to resemble a temple, like a miniature version of the ancient city of Petra. Yunluo's night visit destination is also set here. The night in the small town is quite quiet, walking alone under the dim street lamp, the destination is still an ancient tomb 2,500 years ago, it seems to be a tomb robbery. I can't help but feel a little excited.

Climbing up a ramp behind the city, you will find that the spotlight clearly reflects the largest tomb. The next morning, I took the time to come again, but in fact, the ancient tomb was still quite high, hidden in a vibrant green shade. However, there are specially repaired steps in front of this ancient tomb that go straight to the rock wall, and there was originally a ticket office at the entrance.

However, in the middle of the night, naturally no one charged tickets, so with a little obscenity, I happily climbed the stairs. I have to say that this lighting is quite well chosen, bleak and cold, and it feels like a ghost movie. All the way to the tomb, all kinds of eerie. It's really closer. Only then did you appreciate the magnificence of the tomb, with three or four meters high stone columns, like most lycia buildings.

One by one, I carved an ionic pattern. The curtain door was open, and although it was empty, the smell of death still came over me in the darkness (it just stinked a little). Early the next morning. Before leaving, I came to visit again. On the other side of the mountain, there is also a group of smaller ancient tombs, which are connected together and are spectacular.

If he hadn't known in advance that this was a tomb, Yunluo might have thought that this was a temple. Is it man who is too lofty to easily imitate God, or is God too small to be easily imitated? If he hadn't known in advance that this was a tomb, Yunluo might have thought that this was a temple.

In the end, man is so noble that he can easily imitate God. Or is God too small to be easily imitated? Having said all that, it has not yet cut into the theme of the Aegean. The road from the station to the hostel is actually all along the coast, but in the middle of the night you can only see a dark patch. As soon as dawn arrived the next day, Yunluo couldn't wait to finish washing hastily.

Grab your camera and rush to the beach, and then rightfully be impressed by the intoxicating sea. Despite the cold winter, Fethiye is as bright as spring, almost like a postcard. As the sun rises, the sea becomes bluer. Fethiye is a harbour with a variety of private boats parked on the sea, as laid-back and cozy as the whole town.

In addition to private yachts, there are also small boats dedicated to cruise. Looking at the introduction, several famous places in the vicinity have fairytale names: Butterflyvblueltwelveislands think that a day of sunbathing by the sea is silly and boring, and if you can take a day of cruise, it will be quite worth the fun.

Doesn't it look like PS comes out? I really didn't expect that the sea surface in reality could have such gorgeous colors. In fact, if you look closely, the sea water has turned into a warm jade-like turquoise again. I've seen the green sea in Florida before, but it's still a little blue, not as green as this Aegean Sea.

The last one, a testimony of the history of Fethiye, the Roman Theater, hehe. There is not much development, and the whole theater is flooded with green grass, but it also looks unique. Although time in Fethiye is limited. Yunluo still spares no effort to recommend it to anyone who wants to go to Turkey. With such a warm city and such a pure sea, you won't get tired of staying here for a week.

I thought that there would be no need to do homework, and transportation would be very convenient. As a result, I found that the bus that I had been optimistic about starting at 7:30 o'clock was actually not available in winter, and the latest bus had to depart at 4 o'clock, so I changed my plan in a hurry, stayed in Pamukkale for half a night, and caught the bus to Ephesus at 4 o'clock in the morning the next day. It's hard work.

But winning a night at Pamukkale was a bonus. Pamukkale, better known as Pamukkale, is a mountain as white as cotton. The hot springs that rush down from the top of the mountain have been deposited in a snow-white patch for thousands of years. Yellowstone's thspr bar Yunluo has not been) is similar.

It's much smaller, though; Huanglong also has a similar calcification pool, but it is colored, and it has its own advantages compared to the pure white here. What's even more interesting about Pamukkale is that the hot springs on the mountain are kept at 36 degrees all year round, which is a suitable temperature for people to set foot in, and it is too gentle compared to the nearly 80 degrees Celsius and the biting snow water of Huanglong.

So visitors can walk barefoot up the travertine pond up the mountain, which is a lot of fun. Now it is said that the flow of hot springs has decreased. During the day, you have to rely on manual water release to maintain the amount of water, and at night there is only a trickle, which is quite desolate. The chronic lack of water prevents some areas from being submerged in the water, and over time they turn to a less pure brown or dark green.

It's even more embarrassing. But all in all, it's still very exciting to walk through this piece of blue water and white rock. Its use of the word cotton to describe pamukkale always feels a bit like Xie Zilang using salt to describe the feeling of snow, which is quite scenic. If you want the cloud to fall, it's more like a big frozen cloud.

I don't know if you have noticed the moments when you fly through the clouds, but the clouds that look irregular and look random are actually subtle rules and details. Although the whole is undulating, it is orderly (should it be said that the boundary conditions are satisfied, but everywhere is continuous, but everywhere is undirectable).

Pamukkale has a similar feeling, looking just white from a distance. When you get closer, you can see the jagged stone steps, and when you walk in front of you, you will find that every texture is as delicate as the meticulous folds carved out of Renaissance marble, and although it may seem to be described as clouds or snow or cotton, a stone is a stone after all.

Such dense lines seem to be stone knives, and there are even angular gravel slags in places that are hidden by the current and cannot be seen clearly. Stepping on it is enough to make people gnash their teeth, which can be described as gentle but not gentle. Climbing all the way up from the bottom of the mountain, looking at the huge pools, I don't think it can really be natural.

The blue hot springs and snow-white rock masses complement each other, giving it a warm and peaceful atmosphere. The pools are connected and continue from the top of the mountain, and the view from the top is spectacular (the advantage of the off-season is that you can catch a scene where no one is present). However, it is said that many bikini beauties can be eye-catching in summer).

There is also the same majestic snow-capped mountain behind it, and the two kinds of white complement each other to climb to the top of the mountain, it is almost dusk, and the town overlooking the foot of the mountain is basically a hot spring hotel. It was already a health resort in Alexandria's time, and even Cleopatra visited it, and the slick pools of the thermal springs still welcome visitors from all over the world.

Places that are not moistened by the spring water appear withered and cold; The gray potholes in the setting sun are as shocking as the traces of dried water. By the way, put a night view, pamukkale is actually open all night. In the dim skylight, the stone steps looked a little grand. I lost the moisture of the artificial water during the day, and I felt even more cold and awkward when I walked up.

If it's just a bit of gnashing your teeth during the day, you'll have to grin at night. Struggling to walk back down the mountain, I can't help but feel that things that look beautiful may not be so beautiful after experiencing them personally. Pamukkale is a World Heritage Site, but it is surprisingly not a natural heritage but a cultural heritage, and I guess the ancient city of Hierapolis on the hill has a lot to do.

This ancient city in the Hellenistic period, named after Hera, was not originally planned, but now because it has to spend the night in Pamukkale, it has leisure to visit the dignity, which is a surprise. However, I still think that if I can search for it during the day, it will be more majestic. By the way, I read the apprentice's travelogue before, and I vividly described how the wild dogs scared him into internal injuries.

It's also considered mentally prepared. As a result, it was really your turn to watch four or five wild dogs rush up and surround you, or follow you unhurriedly two or three meters behind you to stop and go, and there are countless support teams hiding in the invisible darkness barking at you, or my heart is furious. (To be continued.) )

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