Among the few places we tried, Dibek was my favourite. It was definitely not one of those unexceptional run-of-the-mill traditional restaurants in Göreme. They make their own wine, offer the “pottery kebab” as well as many local specialities.
Yes, cave hotel! Not some beautifully crafted new buildings you find in Ideal Home or House and Garden, but a genuine cave where soft volcanic rock’s hallowed out to be a room or even a home.
That day commenced at 4am Eastern European Time. Where our eyes were barely opened and still filled with pinpoints of somnolence, Quentin and I stepped out of our room into a cold, quiet night. From where we were, on top of a cave hotel, in the heart of Goreme’s old historic village, we saw the silhouettes of fairy chimneys spread across the land.
The entrance into the main part of the church was locked and an old Turkish guard asked if I wanted to enter. I wasn’t quite certain that his intention was good, but the large anciently-styled skeleton key that he was holding already unlocked the door of my curiosity. And there I went…