Another early start. This Kiwi was going to Gallipoli
on a bus tour. After five hours of travel through industrial towns
and Turkish countryside, the bus stopped so we could all have lunch
at Eceabat (pronounced Itcherbut). It was here that we first met
our guide Captain Ali.
|Ali was a likeable grandfather
figure. His face beamed with pride as we laughed at his stories
of being told off by Mrs Ali. Being a submarine captain is the
only job in the Turkish Military that has a maximum height restriction.
It was an easy decision, he told us. Mrs Ali was the only woman
from his village who was shorter than he was. Another easy decision.
Gallipoli is a small town that the peninsular
is named after. Thirty minutes drive on from Gallipoli town we arrived
at the War Museum. As Captain Ali was talking, our mood began to
change. He talked of the intended landing spot, and the botched
landing. The feeling of amazement by the Turkish people that anyone
would choose ANZAC Cove to land, turning to anger that these ANZACs
would travel to the other side of the world to attack them.