Day 63, 5 September 2012, Selcuk (pronounced - "Sell-Chook") - (down the road from Ephesus), Turkey. We've been having so much fun with overnight buses we thought we'd dial down the fun this morning and just took the bus from Pamukkale to Selcuk during daylight. A mere 3.5 hours. Barely time for a read and a nap! We're staying at the Kiwi Pension in Selcuk - which is of course owned and run by an English lady and staffed by a grumpy Turkish bloke and his missus. The bloke may or may not speak English in direct proportion to how much he knows about a subject. We had lunch at a restaurant near the Ephesus museum - our staple diet is becoming a Tavuk Sis (grilled chicken with rice and salad) and a bowl of Cecik (yoghurt with cucumber and garlic) - I don't think many people share dishes at this place. We spent the afternoon oohing and aahing the Ephesus Museum where the treasures excavated from the Ephesus site are stored. Due to the multitudes earthquakes that shook the region in the first centuries after Christ, many of the structures were damaged/rebuilt/partially destroyed/rebuilt and when the city was eventually abandoned in the mid 7th century AD some stunning things were hidden in the ground. Seeing the statues, friezes and smaller finds is certainly whetting our appetites for our hike through the site tomorrow. We made it back to the the lodge for the compulsory afternoon nap before heading out for dinner - down near the Roman aqueducts plunked smack in the middle of town. There is a local festival in Selcuk at the moment. Cross between a government promotion and a bring and buy bake sale for possibly a local soccer team. Hard to tell when it's all in Turkish. Tried some local white wine (they've been growing wine here for 2000 odd years - not doing a bad job). Saw an unlicensed vendor of balloons having words with police at one point.... and a few minutes later a lot of popping sounds... not such a good night for him. Eventually wended our way home. Home is a funny word in the context of travelling - very much wherever we hang our hats for a night or two.