22.08.2011 - 22.08.2011 30 °C
Up at 7am and had a quick breakfast.
Chatted with a couple of Aussie blokes at breakfast from Melbourne who were military historians and going to Gallipoli today as well. Loaded up the car and caught the ferry to Ecibat.
Aussie tee shirt day!
Arrived at about 9.20 am. Drove around the peninsula a couple of times and went to Lone Pine, Chanuk Bair, the Nek and several Turkish memorials.
The road to Anzac Cove was under construction and blocked off but the workers let us through and at least we got to Beach Cemetery and the Anzac Cove sign. The road to the memorial was blocked off by piles of dirt but at least we got to beach cemetery and found Phil's relation Brady and I found Viv Searle from "Crack Hardy" by Stephen Dando Collins. "Crack Hardy" is the true story of three brothers who went to World War One and only one returned. Viv is buried at Beach Cemetery and the other brother is buried on the Western Front somewhere. I put a poppy and an Aussie flag on both graves. It was a shame we didn't get to Anzac Cove. There weren't very many people on the peninsula today and we virtually had it to ourselves. I found it very spread out and not at all emotional. I was much more moved by the Western Front Battlefields in France and Belgium.
We then drove down to Cape Heles, looked at memorials there and then onto Ecibat for a bite of lunch and then onto Gelibolu.
Lunch was disgusting. Sitting at a table in the street, gale force winds blowing. Phil was okay with his tomato, onion and cucumber salad, but there was nothing much for me so I ordered a plate of chips which were only half cooked and greasy. I had bread for lunch instead. They promised Phil their beer was cold - it was - they put ice blocks in it!!
We drove 35 kms to Gelibolu. The hotel is very basic and reception has no sense of humour at all.
I cleaned out my hand luggage as it had chocolate sprinkles spilt in the bottom. Had a rest, got changed and went to the "centrum" for dinner. The centre of Gelibolu is down near the wharf where the ferry comes in. We wandered around for a while but there weren't too many restaurants to choose from. One guy "hawked" us and we went in and chose our dinner from his display cabinet. He didn't have a printed menu because they cook different stuff each day. I had lentil soup and borek (cheese pastry things) and it was nice to finally eat something that tasted half decent. The restaurant guys came and chatted to us for ages and they were lovely. Home to bed. Not too flash driving on Turkish streets after dark.
In other towns, at about 9pm when Ramadan is over and they can eat, the Imam shouts out a chant. In Gelibolu, they let off a huge canon. We thought we were under attack!!