{"id":5440,"date":"2012-10-22T15:35:06","date_gmt":"2012-10-22T08:35:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/whatsdavedoing.com\/?p=5440"},"modified":"2012-10-22T15:35:06","modified_gmt":"2012-10-22T08:35:06","slug":"cotton-candy-bikinis-pamukkale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whatsdavedoing.com\/cotton-candy-bikinis-pamukkale\/","title":{"rendered":"A Weird, Wonderful Day at Pamukkale"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Pamukkale is a weird place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bright white terraces climb out of this little section of southwest Turkey, stretching away for a mile and half. Springs bubble a continual stream of warm water, flowing downhill and depositing minerals as it has for millions of years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sunlight reflects harshly off the travertine and colours seem to fade. Everywhere there is white. The name means ‘cotton castle’ in Turkish, and it’s easy to see why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Squinting as I climbed up the hill, though, I noticed something other than bleached rocks and oddly-coloured pools of water.\u00a0Something that, while occasionally more attractive, was no less bizarre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were literally dozens of eastern European women in bikinis who suddenly seemed to believe they were supermodels.\u00a0Hair was flicked. Lips were pouted. Backs were arched and cleavages extended. All the while, long-suffering husbands and boyfriends were dashing around, pushing each other over in their eagerness for the perfect calendar shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t get it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n