It was very moving. The terrain at Anzac cove was steep and inhospitable, it was horrific to think what it must have been like landing on that beach and realising what they faced.
We also saw a Turkish memorial, a cemetery near Anzac cove
and the cemetery at lone pine.
The graves which had messages from families made the most impact on me. Those and the graves of the men younger than I am now. I'd like to come back here one Anzac day.
The rest of the day was anticlimactic, lunch at a service stop was a picnic assembled with Jenna, Witty and Kieren, from a supermarket in order to avoid eating a burger king.
Dinner was an included meal at the hotel in istanbul, not great, but edible.
Now crashing, in our tiny room, with four of us and no room for bags, and getting an early night, ready for Istanbul tomorrow.
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Location:Turkey
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