Hang gliding of course.

From our campsite.

Not us though.

We opted for the "over the mountains" minor road approach.

The gps was going to lead us up the terraces but we resisted.

The north gate is to the right and the south to the left. About the edges of the photo. A lot of km, which is why they have buses.

We are pleased we started at the middle. Not only because we avoided the high parking charges (for mini buses).

My new role as "tour guide" was questioned several times.

Small cultivated valleys.

We are wondering what the light green crop is.

We thought sesame but it doesn't seem quite right.

We are headed roughly north east from Pamukkale.

Nothing else.

Then up again.

Not much on the west side so we headed round the south to the east side.

We didn't fancy our chances of a swimming spot after seeing a few salt ponds and salt works. 

Showed us the water supply.

Next morning a bit of diagnosis.

Helped by a couple of Turks from the tractor..

Fortunately a bit of old brake pipe (left over from a repair necessary when a shredded tyre broke the pipe) had the right thread.

The 10mm socket is a donation. Required to tighten the connection. Unable to remove due to the carefully formed bend in the pipe! 

Some very basic accommodation for people and animals.

Our intention is to turn left when we meet it.

Remove the top of course.

Presumably marble but not sure.

We've arrived at a tee junction and it looks the same both ways.

No signs. Freshly sprayed tar.

In a slight error of judgement, given the alternative of stopping for an unkown time or returning a couple of hours, we proceeded.

A very light "tar", probably with lots of light fractions to evaporate.

There were no gravel trucks to be seen. 

We passed them coming the other way about 15 minutes later.

Last time I saw this much disregard for road users was 1960's England.

The rest will have to wait.

What a mess.

The gps thinks there's a road through that field.

This nest had smaller birds nesting in holes underneath.

A bit like weaver birds.

Having not found the way round the north of Lake Burdur we drove round the south then followed main roads through Burdur and Isparta to Lake Egirdir.

Our campsite will be on the narrow strip of causeway to the islands.

The lake is oligotrophic! Don't we just love the incomprehensible jargon.

Low in nutrients (phosphorous and nitrogen) so not much weed or algae and reasonably clear. Why don't they just say so?

May even be drinkable!

Now to find a way of cleaning the vehicles - turps (white spirit), kerosene, steam clean, baby oil, margarine, peanut butter, or all of the above.

The very helpful local tourist info office located the industrial area south of town.

We've seen quite a few similar.

Happened on a car wash.

We had turps or kerosene or peanut butter in mind.

The expert suggestion, confirmed by a passing policeman, was diesel. Not something we had seriously considered as a solvent. We were only convinced when we tried a small patch. It depends on which hydrocarbons are in the "tar" and the diesel.

Methinks they've done it before.

Followed by car wash detergent / wax stuff.

For the cab paintwork some light cut paste was required.

Followed by more high pressure water.

An interesting journey with no common language.

The "tar" has been removed. We no longer get it on our hands or feet when climbing in/out.

A bonus was a couple of likely looking brass bits that will fit Peter's radiator - though the bush mechanic repair is holding so far.

Remarkable what can be conveyed with "sign language".

As usual it helps to find "the right person".

Admiring the topiary as we go.

Last night's campsite was about centre of the photo.

The lake is at about 950m. Temperature mid 20's (Centigrade). And thankfully the wind has become a breeze.

Plan is to stop for a couple of days and relax.

Hopefully China Visa invitations will turn up in the next couple of days ready for applications in Ankara.