Oh, the places we go to find rugs. We were caught in a sandstorm here. It came out of nowhere and was like being whipped with diamond dust. I retreated into this stone hut but Rob and a few friends were nowhere to be found. I was terrified for them. Luckily, I had a scarf around my neck to wear in the Mosques so I wrapped my face and ran. Anyway Rob bought a rug and that’s all he recalls but I’ll always remember buying a rug in a sandstorm in a stone hut!
The image on the left is earlier at a ceramic shop not the Cappadocian rug stop.
The Cappadocian landscape. The windstorm cleaned out these fairy towers!
The rug we bought. I think it was worth it!
