Next day -- and we're on the road again, driving toward Cappadocia.

What ARE those yellow things in the fields?

Ask and ye shall learn.  Mete asked Saddam Hussein to stop the bus and we took a look.

Little pumpkins of some sort.  They use them for cattle feed.

Several of us want to walk in the pumpkin patch.

Mete finds a rock.

It's a large chunk of obsidian.  It's valuable -- Mete said it's used by artists as raw material for carvings, and he warned us against trying to smuggle any out of the country.  OK, Mete, I promise not to steal any rocks from the side of the road.

Turkish men hard at work while their families are in the fields.

More toiling Turkish men.

See those men waaaay down there under the awning?  They're working hard too.

Hmm...look.  Some of these houses are built right into the side of the hills.

See what I mean?

Right there in the ground, they carve their bungalows.

Ventilation shafts pop up everywhere around here.

I'd rather live underground than in that place.

Look!  Another pumpkin patch!