Mountain Goats

The white goats were very popular so I'm going with a black goat this time.

With one Atheist and one Anglican in our household, Kurban Bayram (Sacrifice Holiday) doesn't get a look in.  In our past life in Bodrum, nearly every family slaughtered a sheep, ram or cow in their garden or on their door step and the streets did literally run with blood at this festival. While we were away a new law was passed designating registered slaughter areas so it is now easier to avoid the gory sights.  (We did see a few garden executions yesterday, but the Jandarma were in attendance at one, so the message will eventually get through).  Rather than killing a goat, we spent Bayram trying to emulate a goat and did a bit of mountain rambling. 

This was Jake's first serious archaeological hike. From the look on his face, he seems to know that this is going to be his fate for at least the next decade.  (I recognize the expression - I used to see it on my daughter just before she said "Oh no Mum - not more stones").

First we introduced him to an expert so he could see what was expected of him. 

Then it was a scramble to the top of the 4th century BC sanctuary at Labranda

This is such an impressive site in the mountains above Milas that I'll give it its own post, sans goats, tomorrow.