TURKISH DELIGHT
That morning I found myself somewhere between a rock and a hard place, literally. Less than an hour earlier I’d set off to locate a ridgetop dirt trail from Uchisar and on to the Rose Valley near Goreme, in the Cappadocia region of central Anatolia, Turkey.
Fearing the worse from the thunderbolts and lightening, I rode all out for the safety of a distant rock formation, a huge sandy-coloured, pointed rock pillar, with an archway and several window-like holes piercing its base. The formation was an ancient Christian cave church, and I was certainly glad to seek sanctuary inside its lightening-proof and storm-sheltered cavern.
Within minutes, the scene changed. Lightly fluffed clouds and a piercingly blue sky took over, beating off the dark side, as if my entering the holy cave had caused some kind of divine intervention.
Before I’d even stashed my rain jacket away the skies had cleared. In the few short minutes that it
