Andrew and Priscilla went into Antalya today to get blankets and warm clothes. He went into the slums of Antalya to get the supplies he would take to the earthquake victims. These people have nothing and yet they bought brand new blankets for the victims. They stuffed every nook and cranny of the truck and sent them off. They didn’t send them to the distribution center in Van after all. They sent them directly to a village of 2000 that was hit quite hard and has received nothing from the outside as of yet due to the difficult road situation. At least that is the news I got Anna. Haven’t heard from them directly but to us The people of the Antalya are heroes and Priscilla is a hero and my man is a hero. Pray for safety. It is a very long 2 days drive.
Andrew took off this morning in our home to take warm clothes and blankets to the earthquake survivors in Eastern turkey.
Last night we took our personal belongings out of the truck so that it can fit more in for the 1400 km trip to the edge of Turkey. He takes Priscilla with him. She is being baptized by fire as she arrived only yesterday. Yikes! He left us to go to a Kurdish center in Antalya to pick up cargo and a young Kurdish man who has volunteered to be his translator/navigator. The Kurds are a persecuted minority here as in many other parts of the world. They tend to be quite poor. In! faith they have gathered warm clothes and blankets for the earthquake survivors while having no means or money to send it across the country. So, on our end Andrew talked to Anna who talked to Ishmael who talked to the Kurds. Now, their sacrificial gifts are on their way.
We will keep you posted on what happens next.
If you want to help with costs… It will be alot of fuel, food on the road and the cost of a place for the family at Sahin Pension while he is gone. They have given us a huge break for our one room that the 6 left behind are squeezing into but it is still way more than we usually pay for the night. Especially seeing as most nights we are wild camping for free.
Anyway… Here is where to give money:
“Turkish Earthquake Relief”
Community Development Initiatives, 3300 Bell Rd.,Montgomery, Alabama, 36116-1345,
RBC Centura Bank,CDI – Gateway, Account #521-0023545, Routing #053100850
If we get more than we can use we will pass it on to those that can use it well.
The Kurds have stepped out in faith. We have tried to follow suit. How about you.
Sorry no pics yet
Turkey has just experience a huge earthquake. 7.2. A thousand people feared dead. Maybe more.
(Photo: Reuters/Abdurrahman Antakyali/Anadolu Agency)
We are 1000kms from the earthquake and did not feel anything. Far enough from the earthquake to be unaffected but close enough to drive there and assist the rescue efforts.
I have a friend named Ismael who is contacting the Red Crescent today to see if our family can help out. We have a strong truck and could easily transport cans of food, blankets, tents or water. The main road out of Vans is destroyed but I think our 4×4 overlander, with its high clearance, could make it through.
Once I hear from the Red Crescent what the needs are and how we could help, I will post something here.
QUITE POSSIBLY, I might need some volunteers to come. You would fly to Antalya tomorrow and we will take 2.5 days to drive there. We might need money for diesel and food and whatever supplies are needed. Will let you know soon.
It has been stormy this last week, in Turkey. Severe gales of winds and just as you think the sun will come out you get pelted with rain.
The bluest seas come with the storm. They are already a beautiful blue and transparent. It is easy to get mesmerized watching a small squid or the flying fish skimming across the top. It is the storms, however that stir up the bed of the seas and make it all an opaque turquoise.
Quite poetic as well that such striking beauty comes from a storm.
As we drove along the coast I was reminded of when I was a teenager. Being young and naive and thinking I knew quite a bit about the world I had never seen I would spout out foolishness with confidence. Those words come back to me from time to time.
I remember seeing a photo of an opaque turqoise sea. I spouted with confidence. “I know that photo is doctored because it is impossible for the ocean or sea to be that colour.” My knowledge of the colour of seas being limited to the muddy brown waters of my particular part of the New Jersey coast. I now know better. I wonder what else I was wrong about. What foolish things I still say out of ignorance.
It is interesting to think of what would remain of our dreams when we are long gone. Something we normally don’t think about. Will our dreams simply be a few stones stacked up that some archaeologist will think was some outhouse but it was your sanctuary.
We came here to meet up with some New Zealanders and Americans that we had met before somewhere on the other side of the world.
We stayed at “Sugar Beach Club”. The Colourful paint, mosaics, cushions and free-range chickens tell us that hippies were once here. The full-grown Eucalyptus trees tell us that these hippies may have been Australian Hippies but they are long gone. The place is now run with little joy. Simple luxuries measured out in turkish lira or euros. It looks the part but, well, just doesn’t feel true to its laid-back appearance.
We heard about “Butterfly Valley”. We took the “Butterfly Valley Service” to the place “Those Dirty Hippies” bought, as we heard in the Lonely Planet Guide. Great! We thought. Finally some real people.
We got there and saw all the creatively constructed shacks, the colourful signs with thoughtful messages of spirituality, saving the planet and not wasting food. Echos of a hippie culture long gone. We looked for the community we heard was there but there was none. I talked to a man working there and he said there never was a community.
I think they were here but they have left. A handful of turkish men come in for the day to serve the tourists during the season. The tourists come in to see the butterflies, the waterfall and see a hippie community that isn’t there. The men sell them beer, a night in a “hippie hut” and permission to walk to the falls.
Our kids immediately saw the inconsistencies, being well versed in hippie community.
Abigail came running back to me. “Mom!” she yelled “They sell coca-cola here. This is not a hippie community! No hippie community would stoop to such a level!”
Hannah followed up with, “And there is white sugar on the table! Something is very wrong here”.
True enough. The community is gone. The shell remains.
Hey. If you have an old model Kindle or an outdated iPad, and you need a good reason to upgrade, here’s that excuse you are looking for:
Our kids are homeschooled and lugging around paper books is sooooooo early 21st Centrury. We want to migrate to ebooks and ereaders and reduce the books in our backpacks.
Can you help us? Let me know if you want to donate one and I will give you the address to send it. Thanks.
Have you ever heard of planking? Having the privilege of multiple teenagers under one roof I have.
We have been to Troy and hung out of the windows of the horse replica, smelled the sweetness of figs as we meander among ancient pillars and steps while listening to the song of the Imam calling the faithful to prayer.
We have slept in the shadow of ancient Pergamom. Listening to the cries of the donkeys, waking to the cries of the roosters. Walked among the carefully placed numbered puzzle pieces as the ancient city is reassembled. Made us want to work our own puzzle.
Here we are in Ephesus. Marvel of Roman Architecture. Among the throngs of rude american tourists I lost my family. Sitting on a stone at the gate of Heracles, next to the angelic ‘Nike’ while my girls sat in the shade in front of the ancient library, taking a short break only to go ‘planking’ in less preserved areas of the ancient city. What is planking? Laying facedown on random objects. Extreme planking is laying down on very small objects. This morning Abigail may have been lured away from ‘planking’ with the possibility of ‘batmaning’. She got a twinkle in her eye as Hannah described ‘batmaning’ as hanging upside-down from your toes.
There seems to be two places to wild camp in Turkey: the beach and the forest. We went to the forest and found a sweet little spot for the evening. Really beautiful. And quiet.
We love Turkey. What can we say. Other travelers have told us how Turkey leaves them with a sense of awe. How much they love Turkey. Well, we have joined the club.
We raced to Turkey to have some great experiences with Sam before he left us, once again, to go to New Zealand and start University. The people are authentically friendly and hospitable. Things are ancient. From the Haggia Sophia, which holds symbols of the height of Christianity and Mulsim, side by side, to the random ruin you find at a wild camping spot on the Gallipoli penninsula.
Not to forget, challenging that fish that laughed at you yesterday. We have only been here a bit more than a week and are excited for what the next day holds.