If Barcin's traditional circumcision ceremony had taken place at the more usual age of 5, instead of when he was 9, it would have made for a much less detailed, and entertaining, account. As it was, however, a good 30km passed under the wheels of our coach as he told
Turkey: Turkish delights
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Poppies soften more ruins.

Some on the tour were deeply into history and the literary and religious connections, and everyone was impressed at Ephesus to be walking on polished marble pavers once trodden by Cleopatra, Mark Anthony and St Paul. For many of us, however, the visits to such sites, including Pergamon and Assos, were more about appreciating what remains rather than studying their origins. Pictures rather than words, perhaps, and no less legitimate for that. After listening to the explanations about what we were seeing - temples to Athena, Artemis, Dionysus, a towering library, a 10,000-seat theatre on a steep hillside, Roman baths, an Acropolis, the home of modern medicine, statues and so much more - the temptation was irresistible to use it all as the most glorious photoshoot ever.
The cats helped. Turkey has more cats than the internet: stray, but fed and watered by the locals, and perfectly content as they bask photogenically in the sunshine on the ancient stones, curl up in quiet corners of mosques, sit in doorways in the cities. Dogs live equally free, registered and neutered, but then left to themselves, to co-exist peaceably with the cats and, with them, adding life and homeliness to the ruins.
The tour isn't all archaeology, legend and history. There was shopping, too. Astute stall-holders, knowing their market, shouted "Kiwi! Cheaper than The Warehouse!" as we walked past; others went for flattery: "Beautiful rugs! Like you!" or pathos: "We have everything but customers."
Few, in the end, held out against the pretty scarves, the "genuine fake watches", the evil eye pendants or the tapestry bags; but the serious shoppers waited for the visits to the factories. Fabulous fine lamb's leather made into truly stylish jackets displayed in a catwalk fashion show; dozens of colourful wool and silk rugs unrolled with a flourish as we drank perilously strong raki; gorgeous decorated plates at a pottery visit that began with a mesmerising kick-wheel demonstration.
Yes, it was obviously a mutually beneficial arrangement; but the quality was indisputable.
Then there was the culture: an evening of traditional dance in an underground theatre began deceptively low-key, but wound up to an exciting climax that sent us away buzzing. We saw real Whirling Dervishes spinning unfathomably long and fast; and met a friendly lady who lives in a house burrowed into the rock, where Helen Clark's signed portrait hangs (at least during our visit) in pride of place.
This was at Cappadocia, the scenic high point for most of us, which is saying something in this country of bays and beaches, forests and farmland, white terraces and snow-capped volcanoes. Pillars of sculpted tufa capped by gravity-defying slabs of basalt make for a fantasy landscape, and to see it in low sun as a hundred hot-air balloons float overhead is unforgettable.

Actually, it was all unforgettable: Gallipoli, the poppies and tulips, the cats, the food, the friendly people. There were mosques, markets and museums; a cruise, calligraphy and coloured glass lamps; sacks of spices, pyramids of Turkish delight, tiny cups of atrocious coffee. I had a wonderful time.
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The tour
Among Insight Vacations' year-round Turkish holidays is the 15-day Treasures of Turkey regional journey, priced from $3375 per person twin share with highlights including a cruise on the Bosphorus and a cultural dinner in Cappadocia.