Day 24-B



Nice cozy feel. But the hotel in Hatusha was a lot more “roadside motel” –esque. Almost borderline crappy. But there were beds and a bathroom, and in truth, one needs little more. After our time of rest, we visited the local small museum, which holds the artifactual findings of Hatusha, primarily pots, mother goddess figurines, and two Anatolian sphinxes which tell a good story about the ownership of antiquity. When in use, the sphinxes guarded one of three gates that lead into the ancient city. They were excavated in pieces and ruins, one in much better condition than the other. The poorer of the two was sent to Berlin for work and renovations, but after the piece was finished, it was never returned. Negotiations went on for many many years, but Berlin wouldn’t budge – the sphinx was to stay in Germany. Two years ago, the Turkish department of archaeology finally set forth a cold ultimatum: either Berlin would return the sphinx to Hatusha, or Turkey would revoke every single German excavation permit. A few months later, the sphinx found its way home to Hatusha, where it is now proudly displayed in the small, brand-new museum there. And the two sphinxes lived happily ever after ever since. After we got through looking through that museum, we loaded up the bus once more and went to the actual site of Hatusha. It was a huge city, so we covered some parts by bus and others by foot. In all honesty, I didn’t pay too much attention to what Tolga and Umit were saying about where we were and what we were actually seeing because I’d worried myself sick and mellow over Jarret’s health, which has become a concern of his parents and IUP administration. It was a beautiful walk, though, complete with sunshine, a cool breeze, and lots of stone foundations for, once again, the infrastructure was made completely of mud brick. When I wasn’t all by myself in the back of the line of students, Billie and Miles joined me for some pretty deep discussions of child-rearing and being on both ends of it. We returned to the hotel after the walk to find Jarret in high spirits, though he had to take a call from his parents to talk them off the ledge about his health. We ate an extremely unimpressive diver, and while everyone else watched a goofy documentary, Jarret and I read and hung out until bedtime.




Me at Hatusha meditating while Tolga and Umit took a smoke break

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