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Western Turkey 101
Tour Group Journal

This song pretty much summerizes all we have done on our 
Great Western Turkey 101 tour
Thank you to all who have made  this tour and this journal possible.
The momories and friendship created on this tour will live for ever
                                                               Love
                                                                      M e l  i          

WE HAD GREAT FUN SINGING THIS SONG

To the tune of “She’s Got the Whole World in Her Hands”

(words by Wendy of the September 2008 Western Turkey 101 tour)

She’s got the whole land in her hands;

She’s got the Black Sea, brother, in her hands;

She’s got the Marmara Sea, sister, in her hands;

She’s got the Golden Horn in her hands.

She’s got the Bosphorus in her hands;

She’s got Roman Cistern in her hands;

She’s got Blue Mosque splendor in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got Aya Sofya in her hands;

She’s got the Art Museum in her hands;

She’s got the Hippodrome in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got the Hittites and the Persians in her hands;

She’s got the Greeks and the Romans in her hands;

She’s got Ghengis and the Seljuks in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got Byzantines and Ottomans in her hands,

She’s got Hoca and Rumi in her hands;

She’s got nature and humanity in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got religion and culture in her hands;

She’s got history and politics in her hands;

She’s got art appreciation in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got the Mother Goddess in her hands;

She’s got the Mother Mary in her hands;

She’s got the blue eye in her hands;

Anatolia’s in her hands.

She’s got vitamin C in her hands;

She’s got lemon oil in her hands;

She’s got food and transport in her hands;

She’s got us all in her hands.

We’ve got Underground Cities in our hearts;

We’ve got Ancient Monasteries in our hearts;

We’ve got fairy chimneys in our hearts;

Cappadocia’s in our hearts.

We’ve had Galip pottery in our hands;

We’ve seen ancient kilims under our feet;

We’ve had Kunefe desserts on our tongues;

We’ve got Mehlika in our hearts.

We’ve got Homestay breakfast in our tums;

We’ve got crocheted scarves around our necks;

We’ve got Meli’s stories in our ears;

We’ve got Mehlika in our hearts!

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Ode to Hussein (to the same tune)

He’s got the whole bus in his hands;

He’s got all of us in his hands;

He’s got all the baggage in his hands;

Hussein’s got our gratitude!

Mountains and valleys and cities, too;

Hotels and ruins, he gets us through;

Dry, or drenched, he smiles at us;

Hussein’s got our gratitude!

We’ve passed the snacks around the bus;

We’ve shared our water without a fuss;

Flying carpets have nothing on us;

We’ve got Hussein and the Magic Bus!