There are few things I would get up before the crack of dawn for, and normally I wouldn't want to hike up some steep hill at such an hour (Caspian Snowcocks are worth it), but this was different.
A small group of people had already gathered at the top of Mount Nemrut, some with blankets wrapped tightly around them, nearly everyone with a camera in hand. We all watched quietly as the horizon gathered an orange glow, and as the pale yellow ball rose above the jagged contours of mountains, the selfies began.
Pedro and I soon discovered that if you hung around long enough for 8:30 or 9:00, you'd have the whole place to yourself— well, you and a roving band of snowfinches and some curious nuthatches.
This is truly, one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to in Turkey.