A Short Stop in Denizli

It had been our plan to base ourselves from Denizlı and see the sights around but upon arriving at the Otogar and finding that our otherwise allknowing book had no suggestions for accomodation we immediatly scrapped that plan and found a Dolmus to Pammukale the tourist centre of the region and on our way there found the promoter from a hostel whose invitation we readily accepted and so we set off on our rapid change of plan and arrived at the Four Seasons in Pammukale (No it was not an actual Four Seasons) here while David was on the computer the owner boıught me a beer and thus clinched our bookings of two tours through him Aphrodisias the next day and Pammukale itself the day after. This was to prove my worst decision of the trip.
The next day we woke early and got the surprisingly long bus to Aphrodisias which was my ideal tour namely a bus that takes you there and then later, picks you up again. This was perhaps my favorite city that we had been to, the museum held an amzimg collection of statuary, all of the buildings were well preserved and beautiful and there were almost no people about, maybe fifty spread across the whole site. Thisallowed us to explore many of the areas almost on our own and we took advantage of this dawdling in the theatre and other areas. Near the end of our "tour" we hit the Stadium and ran a foot race which a kindly French man started for us and then had a game of Cribbage on the seats, David won both but he still spilled Fanta on the Lıbrary of Celsus.
We then headed to the cafe for some drinks mazed at how fast we were moving as it was almost the same time as when we left the Stadium, I then restarted my watch and we caught the nect tractor up to the bus stop and headed back into town for a relaxing day of reading and computering.
So far so good but the next tour went to hell right away, we were to be it's only members so all we got from it was some Turkish guy who rambled on in brokm Emglish as we nodded and did our best to inore him the pools at pammukale, formed from Calcium laden water, were cool and Heirepolis was interesting but all in all the day was bad as we were lead about by our poor guide and then we went for lunch.
I had been hoping that lunch would save the day as it was a buffet and neither David nor I had had any thing but bread and water for the past three days but the food was utter crap spongy potatoes and poor cuts of meat served with a heap of half decent rice. The restaurant was covered in Christmas decorations and despite our chort stay played the same terrible spanish song no less than four times accompanied by several variations of the chicken dance. For desert you were given a choice of brown goo, light brown goo, white goo, or red goo (I choose white goo and regretted it) After this the tour was mercifully short and we were soon back at our hotel consoling ourselves with Fanta. We left the hotel the next day and headed West for Selcuk.