I took the train from Selçuk to Denizli, getting to Denizli a little after 2PM. I walked around a bit looking for the dolmuş to Pamukkale and eventually found it. At Pamukkale, the dolmuş dropped everybody off in the middle of town. I was trying to get myself oriented and find the way to the Dört Mevsim pension when somebody at one of the bus companies asked me where I was going, and he called the pension to come and pick me up. It was starting to rain about this time, a sign of things to come.
When I got into my room I immediately noticed that it had radiators for heat - making it easy for me to dry clothes quickly. So I quickly washed all of my dirty clothes in the bathroom sink and put them out to dry. Then I headed for the travertine. The folks at my pension warned me that it wasn't a good day to go there. I should have listened.
Walking back up to town, it started raining harder and the wind started picking up. It was cold too. I was starting to get pretty wet. But I kept going. I was pretty much soaked by the time I got to the park. I paid my 20TL admission. That's when I found out that I had to take off my shoes to walk on the travertine. My shoes and socks were soaking wet, and I pulled them off and shoved them in a plastic bag, which I was carrying along with my increasingly worthless umbrella (the wind was really blowing by now) and my backpack with a few things in it.
Slowly I walked up the terraces. My umbrella that I bought in Brussels for 10 euros almost two months ago blew inside out. When I was trying to close it to prevent further damage, I bent it. So now it was just a piece of trash, that I had to carry as far as the next trash can.
I managed to get a few pictures, until I tried to put my camera back into a pocket and missed, dropping it in one of the pools. The SD card was still OK, so at least I got its last pictures. The camera is done for. I have to get a new one.
After making it up to the top, I walked all the way back down to the lower entrance. I got back to the pension about 5PM and stood in the hot shower until I regained feeling in my hands and feet.
I'm in Konya now, just for one night. I was curious to see what a fundamentalist city in Turkey looks like (Konya is known as one of the more devout cities in Turkey). Walking around the city center this evening, it seems that it's a good thing I don't want a beer because I didn't see any place to get one.