A Journey Through Time and Nature

As a retired teacher with a penchant for road trips, I often find myself drawn to the open road, seeking out new adventures that echo the journeys of my youth. This time, my wanderlust led me to the enchanting landscapes of Turkey, where I embarked on the Salda and Pamukkale Tour. The promise of breathtaking scenery and historical wonders was too tempting to resist.

Our day began in the early hours, reminiscent of those dawn departures on family road trips across America. The air was crisp as we boarded the coach at 5 a.m., setting off from Side with a sense of anticipation. Our first stop was Korkuteli, a quaint town that offered a warm welcome and a hearty breakfast. As I sipped my coffee, I couldn’t help but reflect on the small-town charm that reminded me of the diners and cafes scattered along Route 66.

The Serenity of Salda Lake

Our journey continued to Salda Lake, a place of serene beauty that took my breath away. The lake’s pristine waters, framed by white sandy shores, were a sight to behold. Though the air was chilly, the tranquility of the scene was reminiscent of the quiet lakes I had visited in the Midwest. I imagined how the lake’s colors would transform in the summer, painting a picture of turquoise and azure hues.

We spent some time exploring the area, and I found myself lost in thought, pondering the stories this landscape could tell. The lake, one of the cleanest in Turkey, felt like a hidden gem, much like the secret spots I discovered on my cross-country travels. It was a moment of peace, a reminder of the simple joys found in nature’s embrace.

Ancient Wonders and Modern Delights

The highlight of our tour was undoubtedly Pamukkale and the ancient city of Hierapolis. Walking among the ruins, I felt a connection to the past, much like when I explored the historic sites of the American Southwest. The thermal pools of Pamukkale, though not as full as the photos suggest, still held a mystical allure. I dipped my feet into the warm waters, savoring the experience.

Our guide, knowledgeable and friendly, enriched our visit with tales of the city’s history. The Cleopatra Pool, with its inviting waters, was a perfect way to end our exploration. As I floated in the thermal springs, I was reminded of the hot springs in Colorado, where I had spent many a summer day.

The journey back to Antalya was filled with reflections on the day’s adventures. We had traversed landscapes that were both foreign and familiar, each stop a new chapter in our travel story. As we returned to our hotel, I felt a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to experience such beauty and history, a reminder of the endless wonders waiting to be discovered on the road.