Day 9: The Day with the Car Wars

Tuesday 26th July

The convoy pressed on early out of Istanbul aiming to reach Cappadocia before dusk.


On the way we stumbled upon expansive salt flats that extended for miles on end. The searing heat and shimmering haze on the horizon appeared to completely conceal the mountain range in the distance. It was a mesmerising sight. 

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By this point positions within the car had become well established. We had the driver or “sign slinger” whose primary role was to hurl spent apple cores and banana skins at the nearest road sign hoping for a direct hit. The smaller the sign, the more points gained. Then we have “DJ Dobby” who is sat to his left. His high-pressure role is not to bottle the music selection and to act as house elf to the sign slinger, offering his services to any of his needs. If either of these two roles were to be abused, the hammer of void will land on his arse and he is demoted to the BBB. The BBB, or Backseat Bag Bitch, must sit in the back, only speak when spoken to and must ferry items to and from the boot of the car. Rich has proven to be the most effective Triple B, hence why he is writing this blog – it’s his only voice.

Caleb was losing caps quicker than he can retract mid-piss at the sight of two females walking towards him (see Day 5 if interested). First he lost his beloved khaki cap that has stuck by him through many late nights at uni by leaving it on the roof. As if the heartache of losing that wasn’t enough, his replacement cap blew off his head when leaning out the window like a dog needing air. Sorry Caleb, but that’s a strike.

Unrest and boredom got the better of our long drive to Cappadocia causing a civil war to break out within the three-team convoy. Banana skins, apple cores and even sunglasses could be seen hurtling towards open windows. With a direct hit to the driver’s side windscreen of Team Two and a Half Men, Rub-a-dub-dub claimed victory in what was later coined, Car Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Granny Smith.

We arrived in Cappadocia in the evening to a wonderful sight of a city sculpted entirely of stone. Our accommodation for the night was Caravanserai Cave Hotel, perfectly located near the centre of the city with a 360 view from the roof terrace. 

View over Cappadocia from the hotel
We also went for a traditional kebab, however pitta, salad and garlic sauce were nowhere to be seen. Instead the waiter came out wielding a machete and we had to forcefully hack our way into a clay pot housing the kebab.

Traditional Turkish kebab
Posted by: Rich