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Updated: May 26, 2025
We enter the Taurus Turcomans Forest Scenery the Palace of Pan Khan Mezarluk Morning among the Mountains The Gorge of the Cydnus The Crag of the Fortress The Cilician Gate Deserted Forts A Sublime Landscape The Gorge of the Sihoon The Second Gate Camp in the Defile Sunrise Journey up the Sihoon A Change of Scenery A Pastoral Valley Kolue Kushla A Deserted Khan A Guest in Ramazan Flowers The Plain of Karamania Barren Hills The Town of Eregli The Hadji again.
The well was nearly dry, but by descending the gallery we obtained a sufficient supply of cold, pure water. We breakfasted in the shaded doorway, sharing our provisions with a Turcoman boy, who was accompanying his father to Eregli with a load of salt. Our road now crossed a long, barren pass, between two parts of Karadja Dagh.
The locality of Eregli was betrayed, some time before we reached it, by its dark-green belt of fruit trees. It stands in the mouth of a narrow valley which winds down from the Taurus, and is watered by a large rapid stream that finally loses itself in the lakes and morasses of the plain.
There is no traffic by night, and this seems to be the rule on these adventurous railways, for I met the same thing on the Anatolian and Bagdad lines between Constantinople and Eregli. The corridor trains are equipped with four classes. The first was inferior to the same class on Continental lines, but that seemed to matter little, for it was usually empty.
"Lo! where the pass expands Its stony jaws, the abrupt mountain breaks, And seems, with its accumulated crags, To overhang the world." Shelley. Eregli, in Karamania, June 22, 1852. Striking our tent in the gardens of Tarsus, we again crossed the Cydnus, and took a northern course across the plain.
Francois awoke us at the break of day, at Eregli, as we had a journey of twelve hours before us. Passing through the town, we traversed a narrow belt of garden and orchard land, and entered the great plain of Karamania. Our road led at first northward towards a range called Karadja Dagh, and then skirted its base westward.
Beyond gardens where the nightingales are singing, the tall minaret of Eregli stands revealed in the vapory glow. The night is too sweet and balmy for sleep, and yet I must close my eyes upon it, for the hot plains of Karamania await us to-morrow. The Plains of Karamania.
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