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Day 4 - A Short but Informative Voyage!


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As the week had begun quite windy, the proposed boat trip on Day 2 was put off until later in the week. This was now later in the week.

Yet again the sun shone brightly, the sea was calm and the boat was (almost) ready for us to board.

We shod our footwear (everyone except Keith, who'd had the foresight - or just good luck - to wear sandals that were acceptable to the captain for plodding about on his deck) and climbed the outer stairs to the upper deck. We chose our seats and settled down for a boat ride to Anzac Cove.

Things were going swimmingly until a certain Mr Grundy and a Mr Thompson started discussing Captain Pugwash. Howls of laughter could be heard all around the boat and, as everyone looked towards us wondering what on earth we could have found so funny, we guiltily smothered our laughs and got on with the business in hand :rolleyes:

As we rode along, enjoying the sights, I could almost see the contemplative thoughts flicker across Keith's mind

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Then we round the the bay and suddenly the cove was before us, almost as the men would have seen it nearly 100 hundred years ago

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A little closer now and a view of Ari Banu Cemetery (thanks Frev):

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Although the boat ride was a relatively short distance it had taken the best part of the morning to get there and back. We disembarked with strict instructions on the length of time for toilet breaks/shopping for cold drinks and ice-creams, and soon we were all back in the minibus ready for the next adventure.

We started off towards Chanuk Bair, but had hardly gone more than a hundred yards when a scream went up. Yes, it was me again!

A wasp had dared to enter the minibus. Not only that, but it had the temerity to fly right next to me, on my window! Wasps I don't usually have too much of a problem with, but in a confined space (AND a wasp - as opposed to a bee) and I wanted out of there. I sharply instructed James to 'move' (he was sat next to me and obstructed my exit). No response from him. I again instructed him to 'move' but he seemed not to have heard me (I was beginning to form the impression that James wished to test out the theory that I might actualy be allergic to wasp stings as well as sunshine :angry2: ). One final time I tried, but this time I barked 'MOVE' and 'MOVE' he did. I shot out from the seat, Ahmet, our driver, slammed the brakes on and jumped out of his seat brandishing a tissue and bravely (especially for one of such tender years - he must have been mid 20's) removed the offending wasp. Ah, my hero!

And on we went to Chanuk Bair (the place I'd already visited the day before).

Chanuk Bair is a very large monument (a cemetery is also there) dedicated to Mustafa Kemel (amongst other people/things):

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Looking out from a viewing platform

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You can see right across to Suvla Bay and the salt lake

And 'refurbished' Turkish trenches:

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Sorry, it's getting late in the day, I've posted slightly out of sequence!

En route to Chanuk Bair we called in at Baby 700 Cemetery for photos for a pal on the forum:

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Which co-incided with some guns being located within yards of the cemetery (boys and their toys - again):

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Back to the right sequence now - having just seen Chanuk Bair, Peter said we were going for a short walk (a couple of hundred yards, he said) to Hill 971

It was round about midday by now, so you can imagine how hot it was. We eagerly followed him as he pointed towards some flags flying which looked relatively close by.

The path seemed to go on forever. We stopped in the shade for a talk and some readings then carried on some more. We plodded onwards, ever onwards, wondering how far away this flag actually was. Then, the roadway narrowed. On either side were perilous drops which seemed to go to the very depths of the ravines

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These photos don't give the right perspective of just how steep the drop was, but believe me, it was steep - VERY steep (and the footpath extremely narrow).

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Just as we were about to give up hope of ever reaching this remote oupost, we spotted it!

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A little bit of info for those few souls to venture that far out:

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We had a lesson in Turkish health and safety (there is none) as we scrambled over steps that had collapsed and slipped underfoot as you walked up or down them.

We admired even more breath-taking views towards Suvla and before we knew it, it was time to return back along from whence we came.

Poor Roger didn't get time off, he was constantly working:

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As we reached Chanuk Bair we settled amongst the pine trees for a late lunch and had to deicde if we wanted to venture down Rhododendron Ridge with Peter, or sit in the shade at a cemetery lower down the valley to await those brave (or foolish) souls who strode out with Peter.

Bet you can't guess what I chose!

Jim, Liz and I climbed into the minibus (after getting extra ice-cream) and rode down to Green Hill cemetery. Liz and I plonked ourselves under a very large pine tree and whiled away an hour or two whilst Jim set out ona quest to find somewhere very important, whose name I can't now remember (but he did find it :) )

Liz and I pottered about the cemetery until Jim's return, noticing an unusual additon to one of the graves which I photographed. Peter doesn't like it, and I can understand the reasons why, but the wife and mother in me thinks awwwwwww (and considering other efforts, I think this one is nicely done).

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The day was drawing to a close now, but there was still time for one last visit.

The minibus clattered along the road, picked us up and we greeted Sue (and also her husband Richard) who'd hopped on to the bus. She'd very bravely traipsed down the Ridge but was now in need of a rest whilst the others carried on with a small diversion whilst waiting for us.

The bus turned up a dirt track and we admired a bee farm and soon came to a halt at Hill 60.

The rest of the gang turned up very shortly afterwards and again we had a talk from Pete about events surrounding Hill 60 and who did what/where and when.

Norman asked Peter to help him locate something behind the cemetery (craters I think) so James and I chose to go with them, whilst the others set about talking to a family group of Australians who'd just wandered down the hillside (2 young boys, a mum and a dad).

It wasn't too long along the trail before we found bits of skull, pieces of thigh bones and other bones belonging to the long dead bodies who bravely fought over this hill. At last, I'd really connected with Gallipoli and felt it in the same way I felt the Somme.

Peter did locate the craters, Paul ferreted about near the cemetery and found a turkish bullet and the Australian family eventually moved off.

I will always remember Hill 60.

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That's it for today folks. More tomorrow.

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Hi Kim

The photos in posts #2 & #3 are of Beach Cemetery - the 2nd photo in post #4 is Ari Burnu Cemetery.

Funnily enough - I also took a photo of Pte Canning's grave (post #14) when I was there in July - photos (of any sort) attached to graves always catch my attention!

Cheers, Frev

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Hi Kim

The photos in posts #2 & #3 are of Beach Cemetery - the 2nd photo in post #4 is Ari Burnu Cemetery.

Funnily enough - I also took a photo of Pte Canning's grave (post #14) when I was there in July - photos (of any sort) attached to graves always catch my attention!

Cheers, Frev

Thanks Fev, amendments now made :)

Nice photos Kim, thanks for sharing. How many more days do you have at Gallipoli?

There's two more days of this trip, but one of them was a 'free' day, although I did manage to include a bit of WWI. All to be posted later (I have guests coming today - a late birthday celebration).

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Nice one Kim.

Just back from Gallipoli myself and the walk along Rhododendron Ridge is a little bit scary especially if you have vertigo (e.g. me!). But it is not too bad and the best thing is having a swim in the sea on North Beach at the end - the water was perfect.

Neil

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Welcome back Neil. I found Walker's Ridge the scarier of our two ridge walks.

Both had their moments though.

Keith

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As we reached Chanuk Bair we settled amongst the pine trees for a late lunch and had to deicde if we wanted to venture down Rhododendron Ridge with Peter, or sit in the shade at a cemetery lower down the valley to await those brave (or foolish) souls who strode out with Peter.

Bet you can't guess what I chose!

Jim, Liz and I climbed into the minibus (after getting extra ice-cream) and rode down to Green Hill cemetery. Liz and I plonked ourselves under a very large pine tree and whiled away an hour or two whilst Jim set out ona quest to find somewhere very important, whose name I can't now remember (but he did find it :) )

Liz and I pottered about the cemetery until Jim's return, noticing an unusual additon to one of the graves which I photographed. Peter doesn't like it, and I can understand the reasons why, but the wife and mother in me thinks awwwwwww (and considering other efforts, I think this one is nicely done).

http://P1110394_zps40f491e3.jpg

My great Uncle, Stewart Casson, 6th LNL died on the same date and is buried a couple of graves away, no doubt they knew each other, you don't know if there was any flowers on his grave do you, i left some artificial ones last year and i was wondering if they were still there?
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