From Tatvan it’s 140 km to get to the other end of the lake to the city of Van, covered with one ride. Naturally we had to stop half-way to take a picture together (getting somewhat used to the celebrity status, which is both positive in terms of pictures, handshakes and words of welcome, and negative with annoying street-kids who are following you, constantly calling out to you and when ignored sometimes throwing stuff at you).
Under pleasant weather I got myself a (huge) ‘Van breakfast’ (typical for the region), explored Van and it’s castle and went to the small island of Akdamar with a restored Armenian church and excellent views on the area.
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wow – these are some great photos – and that is pretty funny about the punk kids.
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