Always Do One Dangerous Thing a Day

Today was no exception to the travel rule that "Danger" must be your middle name. But first, we began at the archaeological museum of Kantahya. Mark was looking for some specific funerary monuments published in 1956 that were supposed to be here. While inside, we did see the wonderful sarcophagus that pictures the Amazons fighting against the Greeks after Theseus married their queen and moved her to Athens. Impost several pics of it to honor Anya's week of suggesting that women rule the world. 

As a number of Horne funeral stela we wanted to see were beind the building in a garden, closed off from access, we the. Spent 2 hours try into get in....cups of tea and the final arrival of the Director later, along with a search through a number of books and their electronic database, finally gained us access.

As it is the Friday before the beginning of Ramadan, the month of fasting, we had to rush it as people were sort of anxious to take the weekend off after sitting around and smoking all morning. 

We drove from there to some early Christian cave shelters and houses. It was there our friend Danger appeared and forced us up a ladder on the side of a cliff....if you us want to see inside the cool caves, you gotta climb the stick ladder with rungs nailed every 18 inches.

At least the top of it rested inside the ancient grooves for their ladders, and we had one another to hold on while we climbed. Mark's longer legs had the advantage over me. We climbed in a few more caves, ran through the countryside from village to village, found more caves, then ended up here at the hotel. A day of unexciting caves---unless "Danger" is your middle name.