A great place to pass the time
The cultural and conference centre is a wonderful place to wander in. Even when there are no events, the whole venue is interesting.
The main conference hall is a large blue glass pyramid.
There are two smaller pyramids in the grounds, and the use of water is inspired. Water trickles down a pyramid, down channels and into a lake . There is even a waterfall which you can walk under.
In the heat of the day the water gives a sense of refreshment.
There are also many different plants to see and paths to follow. My fondest memory was the evening we spent at a concert at Aspendos. Some of the dancers seemed to be gliding around as if on skates.
Figurine and Kothon..
Figurine;Mostly depicting living things,that are easily carried,figurines are three dimensional little piece of art.Early fired earthenware figurines were formed by hand.This method continued to be used for a long time.Beginning around 700 B.C. moulds were used to produce figurines.This little figures were made to serve as offering-dedications to the gods and are formed in the shape of the god or goddness to which the figurine was dedicated..
Kothon;A type of perfume,water or oil container.Some models are inspired by oil lamps.Formerly called an "exaleiptron" or a "plemokhoe"...
Hall of small works
Konyaalti cad.no 1 Antalya
Belkis the Seljuk Bridge
Once called Belkis, the Seljuk Bridge on the Eurymedon River, 2 km south of the Aspendos.
It was built on the old ruins of Roman bridge legs by Anatolia Selcuk Emperor Alaadin Keykubat (1219 – 1236) in the 13th century.
Restoration by Turkish Region Highway Administration between 1996 – 1998.
The bazaar equals a market square. You can find every imaginable kind of spices and teas. I've never seen so many different kinds of spices before. But you also find all kinds of textiles, carpets, local handcrafts as well as food.
Our route took us due south on the worst road of the journey. A new highway was being built, but the old one we were forced to ride had been left to degenerate. There was little hard shoulder, which itself had degraded to a treacherous camber of 45 degree angle, so we rode on a rolling edge, fighting to stay out of the ditch on one side and avoid the convoys of trucks and coaches the other.
It grew worse and worse over the days. At times we could only cycle a couple of hundred meters before deliberately crashing our bikes into the ditch to avoid getting hit.
After four days we decided it was just too dangerous to continue. We were exhausted and our nerves stretched to breaking point. We played the death card and bused the last stretch to Antalia on the coast. Better smeg than dead. And that I am here to write about it probably means it was the right decision. A shame though, as some of the mountain scenery was beautiful.
The drivers, on the whole, were very courteous. Especially the truck drivers who more often than not honked and waved and called out to us with beaming smiles. And Im sure the flags helped. The coaches, however, were the reapers of the road and I grew to hate them.
Antalya was a large city spread some 20km along the coast with beaches and tourist area around the old city. Our first problem was how to get back our helmets we had left on the bus we had arrived on. Dip-sticks! Several hours of waiting and harassing the staff at the station and they materialized once more.
We spent one night in a nasty little dump run by a nasty little runt who tried to rip us off. It nearly ended in a fist-fight out in the street, engaging the owners of neighboring pensions who, thank god, took my side.
We moved to the more amiable Ozmans Pension for a couple of nights, spending our day off trying to cash travelers cheques, the best offer coming in at 15% commission!
Back on the bikes and we took on the big hills in a conversely westerly direction before flying down a steep 11km downhill into our little piece of paradise; Olympos.