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  • Day26

    A terrible beauty

    October 16 in Turkey

    After yesterday's taste of Istanbul traffic I had psyched myself up ready for today's drive to Gallipoli. We woke early and crammed in a fast hotel breakfast before riding the 7am hotel shuttle back to the airport and the Avis counter. I had pre-booked a Toyota CHR, so naturally I was given a Renault Kadjar. Does anyone ever get the rental car model they specify? Is it a giant giggle the rental companies are having at our expense? "I see you have booked a BMW 5 series sir. Please enjoy your Dacia Duster (look it up)." Mild disappointment forgotten we set the sat-nav for Eceabat, the closest city to Anzac Cove, and hit the road. All went well for the first 5ks, until I missed one lane change and we got to enjoy the charming but very narrow side-streets of central Istanbul, for about 15 minutes. Luckily I managed to get us back on the motorway and our journey resumed for about the next 4 and a half hours. Along the way we noticed a few interesting things about Turkey. Firstly the driving. The phrase 'drive it like you stole it' may have been invented here. The drivers aren't rude, they are determined and they are going where they are going, whether there is a lane there or not. Secondly speed limits. These are mere numbers to give people something to look at. At times I was doing 130 on the 120k stretch of motorway when multiple vehicles sailed by as though I were parked and if you aren't going fast enough, or move over promptly the flashy lights you shall get. Finally the wildlife. Wherever we pulled over there were what seemed to be stray dogs laying in the sun, on the motorway and at rest stops. They all seemed fairly chilled out, except for the lanky fella who chased our SUV down the road. I think he was a sheep dog though and he may have been near-sighted, so I'll forgive him. Eventually we arrived at Anzac Cove and looked upon the beach and landscape where so much of our Kiwi identity was forged. It was definitely lump in the throat time. I had two conflicting thoughts battling for attention as I looked around, what a beautiful tranquil place and at the same time what a horrible, impossible landscape to try and stage a landing on, against a foe with command of the heights. It hits you like a punch to gut how tough it must have been for the men clinging to cover and trying to scale the hillsides while bullets and bombs rained down. After Anzac Cove we continued on down the peninsula, headed for a memorial that holds very special meaning for me and my family, the Hill 60 cemetery. Last night I was checking the internet to make sure of the location and directions when I had some very upsetting news. It seems that the road to the Hill 60 cemetery has been undergoing work since late July and is not due to be completed until the end of October. This meant that it was closed. As I read this last night I wasn't sure how to react. The whole reason for travelling to Turkey was so I could visit my Great-uncle's grave at Hill 60 and pay homage to the men of the Otago Mounted Rifles and the other New Zealanders who died in this especially difficult battle. After soaking in this news I decided that I would not be stopped. I owed it to these men to visit their graves and let them know that New Zealand still remembers and we still honour them. However, until we arrived at Gallipoli we wouldn't know just how closed the road was, so I set off hoping that the work might have been finished ahead of schedule. When we travelled just a further 5k along the peninsula from Anzac Cove it was apparent that the work was very much still underway. The road had been completely dug up and was bare earth, ready for gravel and tarmac. It was also blocked off. I was ready to ditch the vehicle and walk whatever distance remained to the memorial, through fields, scrub and gorse. Luckily I noticed a gravel road just before the main blocked route. It looked like a farm access road, so we pointed the Kadjar down it and after half an hour, some off-roading and a few bewildered stares from farmers we arrived just 500 metres from the memorial. At this point I knew there were 76 named headstones and my Great-uncle Malachi was not one of these. What I was clinging on to though was that the names of the other 400 or so soldiers killed in this battle would be inscribed on the memorial. Approaching the quiet glade which houses the Hill 60 cemetery I don't think I breathed the whole way over to the memorial, until I located the section for the Otago Mounted Rifles. Scanning the names I finally found Malachi's and just instantly started sobbing uncontrollably. Of course I never met my Great-uncle, nor did my father, but we share the same family name and the same bloodline and I think what got me so emotional was how very far away from Southland this little piece of Turkey is and how the immediate families must have felt, never to see their loved ones again, alive or dead. I had brought with me a little bit of home to leave with Malachi, a sliver of paua shell from the beach at Fortrose in Southland, near where he grew up. I felt a little better in making this offering but I still found it really hard to leave the cemetery and these New Zealanders lying in a place so many miles from home. From the uttermost ends of the earth. Retracing our steps back to the paved and permitted roads we continued touring the battlefields stopping at Chunuk Bair and the Ataturk memorial before reluctantly turning the car towards Istanbul and travelling back to our hotel. This was a quiet, reflective journey, except when we struck Istanbul city traffic and I had to reprise my Stig impression, bouncing between lanes like a slalom skier. The final challenge was to locate the rental car returns yard. I had had a heads up on how tricky this was to find, so had made a pin on a Google map to assist. Thank goodness I had, otherwise I would have had to circle Istanbul for eternity, like some 21st century Flying Dutchman, but in a Renault. Now we are comfortably back in our hotel room, decompressing and processing the day's events. Tomorrow the Istanbul city sights await.
    Click the link for Hill 60 video
    Click the link for Chunuk Bair trenches video
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  • Day43

    Gallipoli (Anzac Cove)

    June 21, 2015 in Turkey

    It is so hard to describe how I felt being here, I honestly didn't think it would affect me as much as it did. As I got out of the bus and began walking up towards the ANZAC wall situated in the very place our men arrived in 1915 I was overwhelmed with emotions. I had tears in my eyes as I sat on the shore looking up to the beautiful but difficult terrain that they had to endure. I sat there silently paying my respects to the men who died in the battle. I am honoured and proud to call myself an Australian. I believe that every Australian would benefit from visiting Gallipoli, just being here has given me a better understanding of what our men did for our country.


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  • Day7

    Turkey (Gallipoli Peninsula)

    October 13, 2017 in Turkey

    We drove 4 hours from Istanbul to Gallipoli today. We stopped for lunch just outside Eceabat, a small town overlooking the Dardanelles Strait, before heading to Gallipoli.
    Approximately 75% of our group were in full WWI Light Horse ceremonial dress, as we had a number of wreath laying ceremonies scheduled with the Australian Consulate Military Attache & Turkish Officials. We visited ANZAC Cove, Shrapnel Valley & Hell Spit before laying wreathes at Lone Pine; Turkish 57th Memorial Park; The Nek; & Chunuk Bair.
    The work done by the Turkish Government to preserve & maintain the National Park, monuments & the Gallipoli Peninsula in general, is nothing short of incredible. Everywhere we went, the Turkish people welcomed us with open arms & wanted to shake our hands & take photos with us.
    It was a very moving day, & the trip back to Eceabat, where we caught a ferry to Canakkale, allowed us to reflect on what those brave young men went through in order to secure our freedom.
    Interestingly, there was a great display that we explored at Eceabat, on the waterfront - it has a life size model of the trenches, as well as a 3D walkthrough map of the Gallipoli Peninsula which gave a really good birds eye view of the battleground & region. Well worth a visit if you are in the region.
    We spent the night in Cannakale (Iris Hotel) in preparation for exploring the region further tomorrow.
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  • Day2187

    Wer die Wahl hat...

    September 7, 2017 in Turkey

    Raus aus der Stadt, rein in das Land. Nach 4 Tagen Istanbul waren wir gesättigt von Menschenmassen und Verkehr, wollten wieder zurück auf unsere Zweiräder. Optionen: Nordöstliche Route über die Schwarzmeerküste Richtung Cappadokien oder über den Südwesten und somit die Mittelmeerküste? Die Entscheidung fiel, und wir machten uns auf, Richtung Canakkale. Belohnt wurden wir mit verlassenen Sandstränden, feinstem Asphaltgeschlängel, einer gehörigen Portion Schotterpiste und wie immer, tollen Menschen.
    Wir folgten der Küste bis Izmir, ab wo wir uns Richtung Zentraltürkei weiter bewegten. Fazit: die Türkei steht den Europäischen Motorradländern in nichts nach!!
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  • Day29


    June 15, 2016 in Turkey

    Like I said, this is huge for the the Australians and New Zealanders of the group. We visited the memorials for them, as well as the Turks... We're in Turkey, so, as you'd expect, their memorial is quite extensive, but the Australian memorial is also quite large (signs mention that the Turkish government gifted the acres of land used to Australia). However, the New Zealand memorial is quite small.

    The campground was a short distance away on the Gallipoli Peninsula, which was nice because it was incredibly hot out and the group was definitely ready for a rest. It extended all the way to the beach, but it was about a kilometer walk to get there (or at least it felt like it) because it was so spread out. Most of us went for a swim in the ocean to cool off and it was terrific! Afterwards, I decided to wash off the salt with a shower, but unfortunately the shower facility was less than fantastic - I ended up enjoying a speedy drip of cool water from a showerhead. A decent shower is definitely something I'm looking forward to for the few nights we stay in hotels!

    Early start tomorrow to catch the ferry across the Dardanelles to Troy!
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  • Day30

    Gallipoli to Istanbul, via Troy

    June 16, 2016 in Turkey

    Mustafa was our guide at Troy and he started out joking about his name because "most Turkish men share that name". He spoke excellent English and was definitely engaging; he also made more than a few references (as has come to be expected) to the books he'd written and would be for sale at the conclusion of the tour.

    The city of Troy was apparently actually made up of seven distinct cities that were built on top of each other over thousands of years because the location was so perfect and defendable. Hence the legend of the Trojan Horse being required to penetrate the walls of the city and it's "cargo" opening the gates of the city under cover of night.

    I'm told that this part of Turkey is considered to be part of Asia, so I've now been to Asia! We took the same ferry back to the Gallipoli Peninsula, as that was the preferred route for the drive to Istanbul. It was definitely a long day, which ended three hours later than usual because there was such significant road construction in Istanbul and the city is so huge that we were technically driving within the city for over five hours - not overly impressed by that fact! The other surprise was that we weren't able to be dropped off at the hotel because the coach can't stop there (tram route) and the drop off was a 20 minute walk from the hotel... Extra hassle after the exceedingly looking day, especially with all of our luggage. Oh well, sacrifices campers make for a night in a hotel :)
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  • Day2199

    Breaking News - broken camera

    September 19, 2017 in Turkey

    Die Reise stellt mich vor die erste große Herausforderung: Hauptkamera des Handys defekt, ab jetzt gehts nurnoch im Selfiemodus weiter. Euer bekennender Selfiefan Stefan - nicht ;D

  • Day198


    October 18, 2017 in Turkey

    The bus came to get us at 6:30/7. We picked up a few more people from places before we headed to Gallipoli. I was so tired I fell asleep quickly. We had a pit stop where we had "breakfast" which meant a packet of chips/gozleme because we didn't stay long enough to order anything substantial. I then slept on the second leg of the trip too woo! It took about 5 hours to get there.
    Before our tours we first had lunch. Lentil soup, a meat combo then a piece of fruit.
    Andddd off we went!

    Our guide was great - very clear English and he repeated things many times in different ways to make sure he was understood.
    Our first stop was brightmans bay - where the ANZACS were suppose to land. He took us to a map and went over both sides strategies pointing out differences places, advantages/disadvantages, landing sights, troop placements etc. he explained to us why Turkey had chosen the German side - essentially England didn't give them back 2 of there war ships which upset them then Germany approached with a good offer. He explained the German - Hungarian - Austrian placement and how Russia had asked the allies for help which is why Turkey was attacked - it has a direct route to Russia if penetrated.

    He made sure we took in the type of terrain at brightmans bays so we could compare to Anzac cove. He gave us 15 mins to walk around. The water looked flawless.

    We went up the road only maybe 1km to Anzac cove and the difference in terrain was astronomical. It was now Cliffs and hills.
    It was a smaller area than I invisoned.
    He told us all about the landing and how the first Anzacs got maybe 1km up but then Turkish re-enforcements arrived and pushed us back. We never got further than we did on the first night. We equaled it one other time but never beat it.

    Next we went to where they hold the Gallipoli memorial. Here was the only truce ever called when 3000 dead Turkish soldiers had been laying out on the fields for 5 days. A blinded Turkish solider came and negotiated a temporary truce so they could all clear and bury the bodies.

    There is a rock face near by soldiers called the spynx because it reminded them of Egypt which is where they did their training. I could see the resemblance.

    We then went to the Ari Burnu cemetery.

    We then got out to look at a statue of a Turkish soldier carrying an Anzac to get him help.
    Not real enemies - both sides where just following orders.

    Next was lone pine cemetery. It has its name because only one tree grew there. Amazingly enough a solider sent a pine cone from the tree home in 1915. In 1990 a seed was used from the same cone to grow a new tree at lone pine which I think is really special. A sort of relative tree. It's not in the centre where a representative tree already stands but off to the side near the entrance.

    Gee Golly Wiz it was so hot! We found shade and heard about the battle at lone pine. It was basically a blood bath. Many many many many soldiers died between 6-9 August 1915.

    The youngest Australian solider was a boy called James Martin - he was only 14. He doesn't have a grave but his name on the wall. Location unknown.

    The graves were simple and some had lovely words - others plain. I must say one was in the stupidest position I nearly fell over it. I don't know why it was there - my first photo upload - I was just walking along reading names then BAM a grave.
    Most of the messages on the graves where religious.
    We had 20 minutes here.

    We then went to Johnstons Jolly which is Anzac and Turkish trenches very close to each other. The whole situation was pointless and had very little action. The soldiers on both sides use to talk and poke fun at the other - even swap food/cigarettes by throwing it over. Johnston was apparently the lead Kiwi who lead the area and was into the joking.

    We then went to the main Turkish cemetery which is where we ran into a lot of school children.
    No Turks are actually buried there - they are in a mass grave near by. The cemetery is for regiment 57 out of respect because they were not commanded to fight but to die and showed great courage. Their commander was Mustafa Kemal who became the founder and first president modern day Turkey. In 1915 it was still the Ottoman Empire.

    We then went to the Nek - the cemetery is under renervation but we were still able to hear what happened there.
    Four waves of 150 Anzac men were stopped dead by the turks. We suffered nearly 400 deaths in an hour.
    We saw more trenches that still had Barbed wire attachments.

    As we were driving higher the views were stunning over the water.

    We then went to the main New Zealand memorial and to be honest if I was kiwi I'd feel ripped off. No names just a concrete slab with a massive statue of Mustafa Kemal and 15 Turkish flags.
    I didn't like it.

    This was the furthest point the Anzacs ever got.

    I had a lot of information thrown at me today and it was a challenge connecting all the dots but I think our guide did a great job doing that.

    Our group was 7 Aussies and 1 Kiwi.

    We then Drove back to our tours office and we had 30 mins before our bus left to go back to Istanbul so we had time to check out a little open air display nearby.
    I actually really liked it. The first one was statues in trenches shooting at each other and the other was a map of turkey that you walked around to better understand the positioning of everything.

    We then sat out side and I made 3 dog friends.
    I finally asked why the chips in their ears mean. It means they are stray but they have been looked after so vaccination and desexed. Macedonia did a similar thing.
    1 dog had a clip and 2 didn't. One of the poor babies was so skinny. He was so happy and energetic trying to play with the other dogs but his ribs were so obvious.
    I only had chocolate so I couldn't feed him :(

    Back on the bus now. We changed buses so it's bigger and we get 2 seats each. I've had a good solid nap.
    1 more hour until we should be back In Istanbul.

    Arrived back safely. Keen for bed - a long but fantastic day!
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Çanakkale, Canakkale, جاناكالي, Çanaqqala ili, چاناق‌قالا, Чанаккале, Правінцыя Чанакале, Província de Çanakkale, پارێزگای چاناققەلعە, Çanakkalská provincie, Çanaxqele, Επαρχία Τσανάκκαλε, Provinco Çanakkale, Provincia de Çanakkale, Çanakkale provints, Çanakkale probintzia, استان چناق‌قلعه, Çanakkalen maakunta, Չանաքկալեի նահանգ, Provinsi Çanakkale, Provincia di Çanakkale, チャナッカレ県, ჩანაქკალეს პროვინცია, Çanakkale walayati, Чанаққала, 차나칼레 주, Provënz Çanakkale, Čanakales ils, चनाक्काले प्रांत, Wilayah Çanakkale, Provinsen Çanakkale, صوبہ چناکلی, Provincia Çanakkale, Çanakkale Province, Çanakkale eanangoddi, Чанакале, Mkoa wa Çanakkale, Вилояти Чанаккале, چاناققالە ۋىلايىتى, صوبہ چناق قلعے, Tjanakkaliän, 恰纳卡莱省

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