Day Seven. Bergamo to Gallipoli.

After packing our small backpacks and grabbing some brekkie, we put our bigger packs under the bus to not see for another 48 hours. We drove a while before stopping at the city of Troy. The wooden horse was a bit disappointing (it was under renovations, and looked considerably in good condition considering its a few thousand years old). It was a city of ruins as well, but more ruinous than the others; there were less ruins and they were more scattered over the place. There was a small theatre still in pretty good condition. During free time at the site, Kathleen, Georgie and I walked to a small cave which has been in existence since before the origin of the city. I think maybe 4000 b.c. It was sectioned off, but was cool to see. I picked a poppy from the field and head back to the bus for Gallipoli.

Leaving Bergamo

Trojan horse

Theatre in Troy

So many ruins!

Heading for the cave

Trojan field

Wanting to get out my toga and roll around in the fields

The original lego + a poppy

Puppies!

Ancient pots

There's a small town at Gallipoli, but it's not near the cove so we stopped off at a larger shopping centre to buy food for the next lunch, dinner, breakfast, and lunch the next day. I grabbed some bread, Nutella, apples and chocolate and biscuit snacks. To get to Gallipoli, we also caught a ferry instead of driving the whole way around. There's about 200 coaches that travel to Gallipoli each year so there was a lot of waiting to get onto the ferry. Once across to Gallipoli, we went through several security checks, including registering the bus, etc. This was about 3pm. The gates were opening at 6pm, because there are so many people, it's important to get in early to get a good spot. We jumped off the coach at the top of ANZAC cove. It was absolutely beautiful! The water was so blue and the grass so green. The cliffs looked dangerously cool, but it was sad looking at them picturing them during war times. We walked down to the gates and sat in a massive queue, about 100m from the front until 6pm. To pass the time, there was cricket and market sellers with flags and hats. There was also a memorial to Aussie and NZ soldiers with grave stones on the beach.

Food for the next 24 hours

Ferrying to Gallipoli

Arriving in Gallipoli

Anzac Cove!

The bluest water 

Queuing to get in

Graves at Anzac Cove

Me with the landing site behind

Aussie cricket waiting to get in

THE BEST GROUP 8C

At 6pm, when we were allowed in, we filed in, being searched again for alcohol and things, and then grabbed spots on the grass for sleeping. It was pretty tight, but most of us got together and then explored the site a bit. There was a bit of food for sale, like kebabs and things, but Nutella trumps all of those.

Setting sun

Camping out

One of the cliffs the Anzacs had to face

Al and I

Sunset

At 8pm, the big screen things started. All night there was a band playing, a choir, and videos and documentaries playing. The massive lights were also on all night so grabbing some sleep was difficult, but possible eventually.
It got pretty cold, but not freezing. I felt about 5-6 degrees, so wearing thermals, but you're snot isn't turning to icicles on the end of your nose.