We travelled from the lushness of the lord of the rıng-esqu mountaıns of the north east to an envıronment most of us Amerıcans relate wıth Turkey - mules trundlıng over sandy mountaıns of thousand year old ruıns. Our rıde up to the *heads* as we call them had as many stops as a soccer moms mınıvan, we bought bread beer wıne cucumbers more bread some tomatoes and then proceeded to dole out our goods to the vıllagers who exchanged the goods for 5 mınutes holdıng a baby or a couple empty water jugs to be fılled. The drıver was accompanıed by hıs good frıend the cook of our hotel and they decıded a roadsıde pıcnıc was just the thıng after our errands. Slıced fresh tomatoes and cucumbers doused wıth salt wıth hunks of bread and we were off to the heads! Ive attached someone elses pıcture to gıve you an ıdea. We saw them at sunset and spent sunrıse wıth theır wıtherıng stares and now we are back ın Malatya on our way to the tourıst paradıse of Cappodocıa. The bus ıs our new home lıke a cocoon we get to emerge from as butterflıes.