It was a day I will never forget. Pamukkale, the “Cotton Castle”, is located in a valley where calcareous hot springs descended over one-hundred meters to create fascinating travertine in the forms of white terraces and basins. It was beautiful. Some of us braved the hot springs to wade (up to our knees only of course – J.C. rules). Some of us thought it would be to slip and fall into the hot springs. Now that was wet. Luckily, Joshua was there to grab me and my camera out of the water. It became a very long and uncomfortable day on the bus after that. We had a 5-6 hour bus ride to Bursa. I was wet for the entire time. You can imagine. I was a good sport about it and laughed my way through the day.
We got to Bursa in time to eat dinner and walk around the city for a couple of hours. I set out with Kymberly, Robert, Dallin, and Troy. We walked through the Bazaar. Kym got a watch. Kym and I got ice cream. I got boardshorts. The boys were there to escort two very beautiful girls, apparently. But they had great attitudes.
There’s really not much more to say. We spent most of the day on the bus. We slept for a big part of it. I wrote letters and listened to music and read a bit. The hotel we stay in was kind of ghetto. The water turned off the next morning. The air conditioning was set to cold but blew hot air. It was a long night but a good experience. We can’t always stay in Marriott’s. It was good for me to branch out; but I will never do that again! The pillow of bricks was a little too much for me to handle.
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