Anything would be a let down after Epheseus, but man, Troy is really hard to take. First off, there is a huge wooden horse inside of the entry gate to Troy. It is filled with laughing school children running around it and climbing inside it. Parents surround the thing to get a photo of their moppet inside the Trojan Horse. If you were expecting something regal and solemn (like Epheseus) here you would be sorely disappointed. It is a theme park grafted onto a major archeological site. It does not sit will with the visitor at all. The entry is like Homericland at Turkey Disney. It is a strange thing.
The driver of our tour bus (Omer, not to be confused with Omer, our tour guide) is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. I don't know what he is doing driving a bus of tourists around Turkey. He should be a movie star. He smokes, like most Turks and I guess he doesn't want anyone to know. He is hiding his cigarette behind his back.
Here I am in the lobby of the Perissia Hotel in the Cappadocia Region of Turkey where the lounge entertainment is a young Turkish Man singing with an acoustic guitar. He just finished a version of Kansas's classic and a significant number of the multinational crowd joined in with him - some in earnest and some in what I can only guess is high school reverie. It's great to know that culture travels. All of the culture, 70's anthem rock included.