Stopped at a ‘service centre’ for lunch - not great idea on our tender stomaches, but one of our crew managed to neck a bottle of Vodka and get himself wiped out - made a fool of himself (especially with his mates telling everyone he wouldn’t spew - which he obviously did end up doing - the nurses on the bus had to hose him down at one of the memorials!!).

The closer we got to Gallipoli the more surreal the feeling was on the bus - there seemed to be a mix of excitement, reflection and anxiety at what we were about to experience.

First stop at Gallipoli was Lone Pine. Pulling into the area was quite emotional and a very moving experience - its hard to fully appreciate the true extent of the tragedy of Gallipoli until you see the graves and truly appreciate the geography of the area.

I spent our ½ hour of time just wondering around by myself looking at the names on the graves and contemplating the waste of life.

We visit several memorial areas including the Turkish (57th Reg) Memorial and the New Zealand Memorial (Chunk Bair) before we left for ANZAC Cove.

Arrived at ANZAC Cove at approximately 5pm and secured ourselves a spot right on the side of the stage area and in front of the Cove.

A very serene sunset - with the Sphinx looking down from behind me - quite an amazing experience.

The Anzacs would never have stood a chance when they arrived - how they survived and achieved so much astounds me - they were bloody marvellous.

written by  Tickles on April 24, 2006 from Gallipoli, Turkey
from the travel blog: First European Adventure - A Gallipoli Experience
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Little sleep during the night due to the crowded and very very cold conditions @ Anzac Cove. There were estimated to be between 8,000 to 10,000 people - the organisers had apparently only been expecting between 5,000-6,000 people this year with the increased security and tighter alcohol controls.

We have a great position - corner of the stage right on the edge of the Cove with the Sphinx directly behind us - quite spectacular.

An amazingly serene sunset last night.

During the night the organisers provided Bands (playing music from the period Circa 1915), Andrew Denton interviews and a number of short videos about the landing and the campaign.

It is hard to truly appreciate the magnitude of what the Anzacs faced - at least until you see and experience it yourself.

It is hard - actually impossible - to describe accurately the emotions that this place is causing me, and many around me - this is a very special and sacred place.

There is a very strange feeling in the crowd as 0430hrs approaches (the time the first ANZACS started that final journey to the Cove). There is no moonlight and the place has a quiet hush about it - no breeze, just a very cold stillness.

At 5am a special orchestra piece (“Spirit of Peace”) was played and the silence became even more pronounced in the lead up to the Dawn Service.

As part of the Spirit of Peace there is an accompanying light show across the mountain ranges and the Sphinx - very impressive and a great scene setter for the Dawn Service.

Sadness, appreciation, reflection, surreal - these are descriptors that only barely touch the feelings that I experienced during the Dawn Service.

Listening to the Last Post as the first rays of light reach over the hill leaves no-one untouched in the crowd.

The Governor-General gave a fantastic and inspirational speech.

The Turkish Officers recitation of the Ataturk promise was ‘surprising’ but also very patriotic - a proud nation who have developed a great friendship / kinship with Australia.

At the end of the Service the Governor-General came and spoke with us. A wonderful man with a sense of peace & knowledge - also very personable and seemed genuine in his expression of thanks to us for coming to pay our respects.

Took the opportunity to spend some time sitting on the beach at the Cove and reflecting on the ANZAC story - what it means to Australia and our values.

I hope that I am living my life in a way that honours the values of those first ANZACS.

Looking at the many gravestones it is easy to understanding the meaning of a ‘Lost Generation’. Unlike many of those first ANZACS, I’ve had a change to get to 30 - I really hope that I have not wasted this opportunity.

As a tour group (we looked great in the same blue tour tops), we walked up from the Cove to Lone Pine. We had a path and struggled on the climb - how the hell did the ANZACS make it up here without paths and with all their kit whilst being shot at???? It took us about 90mins to climb.

The Lone Pine service was quite moving. I thought it was a great mark of respect that Veterans of all wars in the audience were acknowledged with an extended ovation.

I had an hour before the service began at Lone Pine and spent the time studying the gravestones - what a sad loss.

After Lone Pine we had several hours before the buses would be allowed to come into the Gallipoli area to collect us from the furtherest point inland that the ANZACS reached (Chunuk Bair). A few of us spent the time wondering around the Gallipoli area, visiting places like Baby 700, The Nek, etc. The size of these areas are staggering. They are SO small!!! How is it possible so many lives could be lost for so little ground!!

The Turks are a very passionate and intense group of people. Whilst we were not allowed into their memorial service for the 57th Regiment, we could certainly hear it outside - I also got some amazing video of on of the guard groups leaving the memorial - very impressive.

The method for having people leave Gallipoli is a fantastic study in chaos theory!!! 8,000 odd people all trying to be herded into tour groups and onto buses was a sight to see.

Our bus was very quiet on the 3hr trip south from Gallipoli in the afternoon - people were either sleeping or reflecting on their experiences in their diaries.

We arrived in Kucukkuyu at about 5pm absolutely exhausted. Early dinner and early to bed for this little bunny - and pretty much everyone else as well.

written by  Tickles on April 25, 2006 from Gallipoli, Turkey
from the travel blog: First European Adventure - A Gallipoli Experience
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We stayed in a very nice “holiday resort” on the edge of the Adriatic Sea - a quick dip in the morning was very refreshing.

Pergamum is an amazing Roman ruin set high on a mountain - how anyone was ever able to invade this city is beside my comprehension - let alone imagining how they managed to build such a huge place in the first place.

During the day we visited a Turkish Carpet store - for a ‘flying carpet show’ (basically the sales pitch involved giving out drinks of Raki and throwing carpets in the air!!!). I purchased a carpet for Elise and Paul.

Our trip to Kusadusi was long - we arrived after 11pm. With promises of a late start and plenty of free-time the next day there was much drinking of Efes & Raki occurred.

written by  Tickles on April 26, 2006 from Kusadasi, Turkey
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No-one knows entry fees until we get to the specific place making it hard for us to have money on hand - getting to an ATM is near impossible due to lack of free time.

Today we also did Tour Guide ‘directed’ visits to a leather, jewellery & sweets ‘stores’ - 3 hours wasted.

Also visited the home of the Virgin Mary - am apparently now a ‘Blessed / Haji’ person!!

We’re all sick of buffets and some of us are thinking of trying to find our own dinner in Kusadusi tonight. With a long road trip to Istanbul tomorrow I think it will be wise to stay off the grog this evening.

written by  Tickles on April 27, 2006 from Kusadasi, Turkey
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On the way back to Istanbul we stopped in Busra to visit the Mosque (probably seen enough of these now!) and to visit the famous Silk Bazaar - Mum and Elise would have loved the Bazaar, there were hundreds of wedding stores!!!

We had a fantastic group dinner and lots of drinks in the party strip of Istanbul - our last official night together as a Tour Group.

written by  Tickles on April 28, 2006 from Istanbul, Turkey
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