On our way [it was another long trip] we stopped briefly in a village to stretch our legs. The stop was a bit longer than we anticipated, though, for reasons that are readily apparent.
Here's a picture of the village taken from a distance. Note the goat pen near the bottom of the picture.
A local lass takes her kids out for a stroll.
They didn't smell any better than they looked.
Eventually they headed down the road and the way was again open for us to proceed.
The farther east we traveled the more desolate and rugged the terrain.
At last we arrived at the home of some cave-dwellers.
Going deeper into the cliff.
The first rooms we entered were pretty much what I expected, but then we emerged into a central courtyard, dug out of the earth off which a number of rooms extended.
The interiors of the rooms were surprisingly bright and cheery -- not what I expected at all.
Then it was back on the bus and on to our next stop -- the most famous cave home of them all.
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