I vaguely remember that the price in the guide was not so high, Yunluo said subconsciously, and did not bid much in the hope of a real discount. Unexpectedly, the staff thought about it seriously and told Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi that they could sell two tickets to Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi for 110 lira, which was 30 lira cheaper, less than 100 yuan.

The bus transportation in Turkey is still very safe. The roads are good and the management is scientific. Every 2 hours or so, the bus will stop at a rest station for 10-20 minutes. The driver will smoke a cigarette and drink a cup of tea. The ticket agent will not only provide water and snacks, but also a list of passengers and remind the passengers where to get off.

The company's buses have wifi throughout the trip. The ticket agent on this bus had a strong liking for Natasha and was very caring. Not only did he take her off the bus at every rest stop, he also vacated the last row of the bus and found cushions so that Natasha could lie down all the way to Saffron City.

Itinerary: The old town is very suitable for aimless walking and stopping. The mosque, museum, and Hidirhkpark are must-see places. The park is built on a mountain and you can take panoramic photos of the town. But the most important thing is to squeeze out time to go to the 300-year-old Turkish bath and experience the authentic traditional Turkish bath.

Cost: A taxi from the bus company office outside the ancient city to the hotel costs 12 liras, and a Turkish bath costs 34 liras per person. We arrived at Otogar in Safranbolu at 7 o'clock in the morning. The temperature was very low. Yunluo not only put on a leather jacket, but also wrapped himself tightly with a thick shawl brought from Moscow.

Still not feeling warm. Otogar in Safranbolu is still some distance away from the ancient town. Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi first took the free shuttle bus of the passenger transport company to the passenger transport company's business hall. After entering the city, Yunluo was quite surprised. The city was not small, the road was also very wide, and the houses on both sides of the road were not high.

But it is very dense. Although the business is not prosperous, it is also convenient. More importantly, everything here is not obviously different from other cities. It feels like a small town in the mountains, quiet but without any characteristics. Small towns in the deep mountains of Xiangxi in China are probably like this. A little disappointment and loss rose in Yunluo's heart.

The business hall was not big, but Kamilkoc and Metro both had counters. The departure time and destination were similar every day. The staff of the passenger transport company called a taxi for Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi. The taxi quickly left the city, and soon a small mountain village with smoke rising from cooking appeared in the valley. That was the Saffron City.

It was exactly what Yunluo had imagined. The soft sunlight shone on the old wooden door, and the kind hostess smiled. You had to take off your shoes when you entered the house because of the Turkish carpets everywhere. Like all traditional stone houses, the entrance and corridors were not well lit. The small building had three floors, and the structures of each floor were different.

When I first entered the building, I felt like I was in a maze. The decoration of the inn is very traditional. The ceiling of the small building and the copper vase in the corridor are Yunluo's two favorite decorations. When I checked in, two backpackers from the United States were leaving. I briefly introduced the local attractions.

The proprietress was very considerate and gave Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi a map of the ancient town. The exterior of the inn showed a green courtyard with a well under a big tree. After sitting in the car all night, Yunluo wanted to put down his luggage and go wash up, but Natasha thought that they could see the scenery during the day and take a bath after dark, because the bathroom would be open until 10 o'clock in the evening anyway.

Yunluo felt that her argument made sense, but because of the structure of the Turkish bath, there were several small holes on the dome. You can see the changes in the sky during the day, but you can't experience it at night. The result of the negotiation was to walk around first and go to the bath in the afternoon. As soon as I left the inn, I saw this local who was carrying a bag of bread home.

There is quite a breath of life. The morning sun shines on the renovated old house, which is very beautiful. It is said to be a 300-year-old Turkish bath. On the right is the mosque. The small square in front has become a transportation hub, with many buses and taxis. It is the first street you see after entering the ancient town, and there are souvenir shops and banks along the way.

I believe that many people have entered the travel notes of the mosque. It looks like a character from an Iranian movie. After passing the ancient bathhouse, I went to the road, which became more and more deserted. I wanted to leave the ancient town. So I turned around and walked back to the small square in front of the mosque. I wanted to see the panoramic view of the town, so I walked up to a yellow building.

It was already the highest point we could go. The introduction said it was a museum in the town. Outside, there were introductions to clock towers in various cities in Turkey. Natasha was very focused and found the Izmir Kunak Clock Tower. This made up for the regret of not seeing the real thing. The ancient town in front of the museum gradually woke up in the morning light, but it was a pity that it was well preserved.

But due to the light, Yunluo, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi could not take good photos in a completely backlit environment. Although the light on the other side of the museum is good, the scale and form of the building complex cannot be compared with the ancient town. Walking through the streets and alleys of the ancient town, there are such cobblestone roads, such old houses, such door panels, and such creepers.

With such sunshine, and the tailor shops, metal repair shops, handmade lamp shops, and handmade textile shops that have not been seen for many years on this street, it really feels like returning to a distant life. The vicissitudes of the street, the crooked houses, and the metal utensils in front of the houses. Any news? When the owner of a shop who is about to open a business is selecting a scarf in a shawl shop.

The legs of the sunglasses had inexplicably fallen off, and the small screw that connected them had fallen off somewhere. Considering the strong sunshine in Turkey, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi were staying outdoors for a long time, and it was quite inconvenient to not have sunglasses. So Yunluo asked the store owner for help, and wanted to find a temporary replacement like a pin to make do with it.

I'll make plans when I get home. Unexpectedly, the shop owner took Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi to a watch repair shop deep in the town. The apprentice searched in the tool box for a long time and found a screw of the right size. Yunluo's glasses were intact. This rare shop reminded Yunluo of Shede's watch repair shop in the movie "Walter Defends Sarajevo".

In fact, some places in this town really seem to have some Bosnian style in the movie. Maybe they are all secular Islam. I remember a local businessman in Selcuk who claimed to have been to China. He emphasized to Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi that the Turks are Islam and Muslims, but not Arabs.

Yunluo thought that what he emphasized was peace rather than radicalism. Compared with the coastal cities that Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi had just passed, Saffron was obviously conservative. How tempting! Freshly baked bread costs 1 or 2 lira each. It smells delicious. Unable to resist the temptation, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi wanted to spend 2 lira to buy a large one.

The owner thought Yunluo and Nalanshiqi couldn't eat it, so he recommended the 1 lira one. It was delicious. In the slow-paced beauty of the remote mountain village, Safranbolu-Shidellik Hill, I finally saw saffron. The roots soaked in the water were probably more appropriate to call them seeds. The stamens of saffron are red and yellow.

After drying, it is the so-called tonic that Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi often buy. It is also called saffron in China. 20-30 lira/gram, red is better than yellow. There must be many tourists from Taiwan and South Korea, and they buy a lot. There are many advertisements in Korean and traditional Chinese characters here, and they also emphasize that it is popular with people from Taiwan.

When buying saffron, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi also tried to bargain with the store owner, but the store owner refused to give them any discounts and just kept explaining the differences between different prices. Thinking of being nicer to themselves, Yunluo and Natasha bought a few boxes of more expensive saffron.

The shop owner was so happy that he gave Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi two boxes of hand cream. Wandering around the small shops, trying the soft candies from this shop, the dried fruits from that shop, looking at the various tin souvenirs, and watching the handmade gourd lanterns. I casually greeted the many backpackers on the street, thinking that we would pass by each other forever.

Unexpectedly, after turning a corner, we met again on another street. We were like old friends, showing each other our gains. A long-haired Japanese boy had stayed here for two nights. He said he loved the smiles of the locals. Yunluo didn't have such a high level of attainment as him, he just wanted to find a place where he could see the whole town.

The boy pointed Yunluo and Nalanshiqi in the direction of the Shidellik Hill. There is a park on the Shidellik Hill. It costs 2 lira per person. It should be the best place to take pictures of the ancient town in the morning depending on the light. However, when Yunluo and Nalanshiqi arrived, there was no one at the entrance, which saved them a few lira.

The yellow building in the distance is the museum that Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi went to in the morning. If the sky was bluer and there were white clouds, it would be a beautiful picture. Yunluo greedily thought that this kind of traditional architecture can also be found in other places in Turkey, but the outstanding thing about Saffron is that the architecture of the entire ancient town is unified, well-preserved, and has diverse regulations.

There are mosques, baths, bell towers, thousands of houses, and streets connecting these houses. This place is also called the living fossil of the Ottoman Empire and was listed as a World Cultural Heritage by UNESCO in 1994. The beautiful locals all have Western faces.

The painting overlooks the top of the Shidellik Hill. There is a semi-open-air restaurant with wooden tables and chairs, wooden fences, and wooden roofs. The restaurant not only has a good view, but the owner is also kind. Whether you consume or not, you can sit and enjoy the scenery. Their headscarves are wrapped very beautifully. After coming down from the Shidellik Hill, I originally wanted to exchange money.

When they arrived at the bank, they found that Yunluo's passport was missing. This was a great shock. Yunluo carefully recalled all the details after checking in. The only possibility was that she did not keep her passport after checking in and left it with the owner of the B&B. Natasha thought this possibility did not exist because she had received the passport from the owner.

After taking a look at it, Yunluo gave it to him. Yunluo should have put it away. Yunluo agreed with this detail, but he had no memory of the rest. With a glimmer of hope, he returned to his residence anxiously. When he saw the landlady take out Yunluo's passport from the drawer, he felt relieved and at ease.

The lady boss said Yunluo had left her passport on the table in the living room, and a guest found it and gave it to her. The joy and relief of getting the passport made Yunluo energetic again. She immediately wanted to walk outside the ancient town to see the wall with the words "World Heritage" written on it, and wanted to climb the small hill next to the mosque to wait for the sunset.

Natasha, who was already very tired, collapsed immediately when she heard Yunluo had so many plans, and she lazily slumped on the soft cushions and refused to get up. Yunluo first walked out of the ancient town and saw the locals flushing the streets at the entrance of the town. After walking a short distance and turning a few corners, he still didn't see the wall.

I was afraid I might get lost so I returned to the ancient town. Although the hillside next to the mosque is not high, there are no steps. The last section is a very narrow dirt road and there is no one there, so it is not easy to climb. The top of the mountain is not high enough and the view is not very good. I took a few photos and came down. When I was going down the mountain, I met two Westerners who showed great interest in the top of the mountain.

But after seeing the photos taken by Yunluo, he retreated. Yunluo's photography skills are so terrible. I don't know why. This shot reminded Yunluo of "Walter Defends Sarajevo". They are two places with completely different styles and atmospheres. Maybe it's the pigeons flying in the square.

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It was similar to the scene when Shede died. There were so many glass bottles on the top of the bathroom, was it for ventilation? The scarves of local women were mostly colorful, more like a decoration. Yunluo also learned to tie a scarf, but it looked like a place where farmers planted trees in Inner Mongolia and planted Turkish flags.

This is where Yunluo just climbed up. As the clouds got heavier, it seemed that we couldn't wait for the sunset. I called Natasha and went to the Turkish bath for a massage. I took a random photo of pedestrians while waiting for Natasha. The Turkish bath, including the massage, cost 34 liras per person. Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi didn't have the ability to bargain.

Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi were the only two people in the bathroom, so they had a private bath. The marble in the middle was very hot, and it was very comfortable to lie on it. The auntie who was washing her was quite careful, but the warm water that poured over her head and the massage technique were a bit rough. When she came out of the bathroom, it was completely dark. She went to the commercial street and found a restaurant.

I ordered a pot of roast beef, which was wrapped in grape leaves and was slightly sour, and I couldn't say it was good or bad; the tomato and eggplant were quite delicious. I also tried the vegetable meat sauce that the owner ate himself. Later, under the minaret, at an open-air cafe, I ordered two cups of apple tea. After "having enough food and drink", Natasha suddenly suggested taking the night train to Istanbul.

This would save a lot of time. Yunluo was encouraged by her spirit. It seemed that the Turkish bath could really relieve fatigue. But thinking about the two consecutive nights of driving, she was still a little tired. Besides, it was impossible to refund the hotel. Yunluo had never stayed in this traditional house in the true sense. Thinking of these realities, Natasha no longer insisted.

While sitting at the coffee shop, I met many students from Central Asia, including Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan and many other Stan countries. Natasha's invincible Russian came in handy again. There is a tourism school near Saffron, which often holds competitions. As a reward, the winners can come here for further study and learning, mainly in Central Asia.

These students were very happy, chatting with Yunluo and Nalanshiqi, and asked Yunluo and Nalanshiqi for Chinese coins as souvenirs. They also expressed their love for Turkey. It seems that Turkey still has a great influence in these Stans. Route: Take a bus from Safranbolu (Safranbolu) to Istanbul.

Take a taxi to the hotel in the old city. Walk to Eminonu Pier and Galata Bridge. We originally planned to see Istanbul during the day and at night from Galata Tower, but because of the delay on the road and the long queues of people climbing the tower, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi only saw the night view, which was very beautiful. Eminonu Pier and Galata Bridge are the places that Yunluo thinks best show the various styles of Istanbul.

Cost: taxi from mehveshanimkonagi family hotel to safranbolu otogar 16 liras, safranbolu to istanbul 50 liras/person, taxi from istanbul otogar to diamondroyalhotel 70 liras, galata tower ticket 18.5 liras/person and a full table of food.

After Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi sat down, the hostess kept serving eggs and fruits. The traditional living room had a traditional kitchen. While Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi were eating, the host came downstairs in a suit and tie. Breakfast was already set on the kitchen table. He ate quickly and left. He seemed to be an office worker.

The inn is run entirely by the hostess. An American backpacker who loves traveling, he travels for three months every few years to several different countries. His last stop was Mongolia, and after leaving Turkey, he plans to go to Romania. While introducing the inn, he showed the photos he took along the way. In addition to the scenery, the Mongolian female hunters left a deep impression on him.

He also said that his son was working in Beijing and that he had been to China many times. Compared with his experience, Yunluo was more interested in his appearance. Before he introduced himself, Yunluo thought he was a local. After he said he was a tourist, Yunluo thought he was Iranian.

Haha, maybe just like Westerners can't tell Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi apart, Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi look the same to Westerners. However, Yunluo still feels that with his looks, especially with his obvious beard, if he is wrapped in a white robe, who can tell whether he is "Laden" or not.

While Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi were chatting, the hostess had been listening quietly. When I left the inn, I found that it was drizzling. The wet streets were indescribably quiet. When I left the town, I finally saw this iconic wall, but it was in Turkish. The English might be on the other side, but it was raining.

Yunluo and Nalan Shiqi were too lazy to get off. This was taken from the taxi window. The angle is not good. We got on the 9 o'clock bus. The ancient town was getting farther and farther away in the drizzle. It was the first time I took a metro bus. The interior conditions were better than those of other companies. The seats were relatively spacious and comfortable. (To be continued...)