I wanted to see a more authentıc performance so went wıth a few other travelers on a long van rıde on the other sıde of Istanbul. Except for the ten of us they were all local. I will not say Turkish. Some were from other countries but they were all of this particular sect. The 89 yr old disciple of the founder of this sect was there. He spoke at length, so long that I was nodding off.
Of course when the dervishes came in I perked up. There were five men and five women. The women wore colored bands. This was really something to see. I think religious christians should read about them. I am not religious what so ever, but these guys have it way over the bible thumpers. They are respectful and accepting of other religions for one.
Yesterday I took a ferry to Yalova. On the ferry I met a well to do man (or he met me). I didn't know what to believe about him but he definitely had a lot of men following his every move. He had his driver when we arrived in Yalova take my bag. His driver drove us in a four wheel drive SUV to a bus company where this man bought my ticket to Canakkule. He also gave me several numbers to call in case I needed help.
So I'm Canakkale where all the Aussies come on Anzac Day. The Americans weren't involved in this battle but the Australians, the French and the English were. They lost although they heavily out-numbered the Turkish. There were so many bullets that the museam has two bullets that shot each other in mid air. They are stuck together. The Turkish general ordered his troops not to fight but to die. Isn't war great
I like Canakkale but I want to leave before the masses come for this day. I am off the Bazcaada Island
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