We had a choice of doing a day trip to Gallipoli from Canakkale that returned later in the afternoon or for a bit extra, we could travel to Istanbul after the tour that would arrive late at night. We had to book in advance and to save costs (and our rear ends from 35 hours worth of straight bus time, we opted to stay in Canakkale. Ain’t hindsight a B*#tch! We stayed at Anzac Youth Hostel. As we walked up to our room, a smell grew stronger. We were shown the showers where the smell was the strongest before the door to our room was opened, revealing the most uninspiring boudoir know to man.
The stains on the wall matched the stains on the sheets that seemed even cleaner than the pair of slippers they expected us to wear. Luckily, we were right next to the showers, so after deciding that today would be a Wash-Free-Day, I ran across the road to grab breakfast, our first McDonald’s of the trip. McDonalds was a choice for two reasons. Locality for one, and the other, more importantly, was to strategically avoid eating all the food and leave it sweating in the room for 9 hours as type of air freshener.
We thankfully had to leave straight away to get on our tour with Hassle Free Tours (Highly Recommended). We crossed the Dardanelles on a ferry to meet the rest of the group for some lunch before the tour started.
Gallipoli has been on our list for some time and every year we would say to ourselves that we would head there for Anzac Day but, for different reasons, it never materialised. So this was a must do on our year of adventure. You don’t have to visit here on Anzac Day to feel the emotion of the place, and being slightly off-season meant we mainly had the places to ourselves. We sat in the shade of Brighton Beach, the intended landing side of the Anzacs, where our guide explained the peninsular and some important facts of why there was even a battle here in the first place and what went wrong over the months that followed the dawn landing.
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