Gallipoli
Days 18 & 19 were travel days as we left the Sea of Galilee and made the journey to the border. Getting out of Israel was not as tedious as getting in, but it is still more difficult than it needs to be. Once back in Jordan we made the trip to Amman where all those going on to further ports had to spend the night. We said goodbye to our friends who were heading to the airport (with just a little envy!) and spent the afternoon resting. The next morning we headed for the airport and our flight to Istanbul, and then our short flight down to Canakkale, where we spent the night. From our hotel we could look across the Dardanelles to the Gallipoli Peninsula, quite a beautiful sight. The next morning our guide and driver met us, and we drove on board the ferry for the quick trip across. The first stop was the museum where we had a terrific overview of the Gallipoli campaign from our guide, a young Turkish history graduate. From there we visited the famous (infamous?) sites including Anzac Cove (now the official name), Lone Pine, the Nek and Chunuk Bair. We saw the remains of trenches and tunnels built by both sides. It was sobering and moving to visit these places, where nearly half a million men lost their lives in just eight months, in a futile campaign. One of the things that struck me the most was both the pride of the Turks in their victory, but also their respect for the Anzacs. Mustapha Kemal Ataturk’s famous quote (http://www.scribd.com/doc/179072/Those-Heroes-That-Shed-Their-Blood-Ataturk) which is featured on one monument sums this up, and set the tone for what is now a very warm relationship between Australia and Turkey. I confess to shedding a quiet tear as I read this.
Istanbul
