Becoming a biker in Denizli

izzet on one of the choppers

Denizli
So I organized our couch surfing for turkey, meaning the itinery was in my hands and I was rather nervous about it all.
Excited but nervous.  So far everything had been fine! But I took a chance and guessed that if we couch surfed in Denizli
we could visit the tourist attraction Pamukkale from there.  The couchsurfer guy looked sooo cool, sitting on a chopper in his
profile picture and I never once doubted I'd like him.  But arriving in Denizli (an hour early as usual) I wondered what
people do here exactly.
The town is huuuuuuuuge and colourful (typically) amongst these green pictuesque mountains.  Izzet (our host) picked us up
from the bus stop and we fell in love in minutes.  David and I put our feet up, began to make bad jokes,
laughing at them - and most certainly not caring.
  I will put you in context - I am currently sitting on the 11 hour bus from Denizli to Istanbul.  We just had to say goodbye
a few hours ago - to Izzet but the gang also.  They were so keen to accept us into their gang, and I was so willing to stay
learn turkish learn to ride a motorbike and to just see them again everyday.  They were a group of those really good people
this world has.  Really genuine loyal and fun.
  The shared house of the gang also hosted a Korean, Sin Hyun, and ."three germans." (who was one german one chezch and one
british).  In the evening we would dance from Turkish style to Gangdam style with a guitar or no - no one really minded.
Gangdam style is this modern Korean song and dance often played in clubs - now the second most played
video on youtube - every turkish person knows it.  Sin Hyun knew it very well, too, and was more than happy to teach us the
moves.
  Its really the funnest thing watching these motor cycle bad boys dancing and singing and mucking around. They were the
sweetest people and nothing superfluous.

  Our second day in Denizli we went to Pamukkale with the other couch surfers.  It was awesome.  After walking through
fields of ruined tombs from the hellenistic ages we found the mountains cliff face.  After decades of this peculiar
cement growing here, the cliff is frosted over with natural white cement, like sand or water it reflects the pattern of the
 wind's moment, but it has captured this moment.  Or at least, it lives in a much slower time frame - for these patterns
are engraved and evolve all too slowly.  We walked along the natural pools of the cliff and splashed around as the water
became hot (and weather became really cold).  As soon as we got into the bus home it rained yipee
  I forgot to put batteries in my camera :P
We had another musical night eating sesame seeds - though it took a while to convince the guitarists girlfriend not to be
jealous of the foreign girls hanging around...
the next day we went off roading!

In two cars (the other couch surfers had now moved on) we drove through up round the mountains bump bump bump
beautiful view and stopped to boil turkish tea half way.  You wouldn't find our in jokes funny even if I explained their
history, but the wonderful thing was that we all got along so well.  Like we'd known eachother all our lives.

da gang by the cooking of tea

gang of posers

izzet s2

  And then we said goodbye.