Going for miracles in distant countries, we often forget that they are very close to us. One of these unique places called Pamukkale is in Turkey. Arriving there, tourists get into a real fairy tale, in which the first thing that catches the eye in Pamukkale is the snow — white foam slowly flowing down from the mountains along the kissel banks of the milk rivers. It was as if the milk had run out of a giant saucepan, began to spread over the mountain, and froze in time. From the “foam” formed a giant step-terrace (travertine), in which the bright sun turquoise sparkles culprit of this unearthly beauty — water. It contains a large amount of salts and calcium, which paint the mountain white. The Turks call Pamukkale the eighth wonder of the world and the only such natural reserve in the world. In fact, a similar cascades of nature has created one more city in the world — Chinese Huanglong. However, the Asian reserve is inferior in scale and beauty to the Turkish one. The wooden path of the snake bends at the edge of the dazzling white cascades, going far down, and leads us through the old resort. In the local mineral waters and hot springs a few centuries ago, measured, under a pleasant conversation made water treatments Beau Monde from all over Europe. According to one version, of all the then celebrities especially loved and often visited this resort Cleopatra. Is this where the legend came from that the Queen regularly took milk baths? In one of the travertines barefoot people slowly wander — here it is allowed to walk without shoes only in a few natural baths. A few decades ago, the number of tourists wishing to splash in the healing and rejuvenating water has grown rapidly. Popularity brought the resort more harm than good: on the mountain, like mushrooms, hotels and health resorts grew, why travertines daily withstood the raids of thousands of bathers. The snow-white color of the thresholds quickly acquired an earthy hue, which attracted the attention of the Turkish government. The hotel was demolished, the number of tourists dosed out (the entrance to the reserve $ 15) and included Pamukkale and the nearby ruins of the ancient city of Hierapolis in the world heritage list of UNESCO. We’re going straight to Cleopatra’s pool. The first impression is extremely beautiful. In the descent of the mountain gaping huge hole, it seems, formed naturally. Its almost to the top fills the azure water, crystal transparency which allows in the details to consider bottom. It is strewn with small stones and giant antique columns, which like to relax tired bathers. Impressions to describe just useless — it is necessary to try! The water temperature in the pool is stable at around 36.6°C, so we experienced a sense of comfort and real unity with nature. Our bodies, like in a glass of champagne, were covered with millions of tiny air bubbles. If you like to dive, be sure to rent a mask at the kiosks next to the pool. Columns and stones on the bottom look so realistic that under water you can feel like a seeker of underwater treasures. We thought that the servants must have pulled the struggling Cleopatra out of the water by force. But after the thermal bath, it is twice as pleasant to walk through the ruins of the Holy Hierapolis, because now it is easier to understand its ancient inhabitants, who loved to wash. The road to the city was overgrown with tall grass and bright colors. They are strewn with hills, under which the sarcophagi of the dead city are still stored: under a huge layer of land scientists managed to find (and put on the surface) only a few dozen graves. The necropolis of Hierapolis is one of the largest in Asia Minor. Thousands of people came to the thermal springs to be treated. Some of them never returned home and were buried in the city. There was even a legend that the sick are either cured and will never get sick again, or, dying, ascend directly to heaven. Overgrown with greenery and flowers hills soften the severity of the landscape and the story of our guide about the tombs and burial traditions of descendants (they were buried in the crypts of their ancestors). The city of the living is as quiet now as the necropolis. On the main, the widest street in kilometer length it is possible to meet unless the tourist groups passing from one structure to another. On one side of the road rises a slender row of cypresses, on the other — a mountain range. We are walking along the road of an ancient city with a very complicated and complicated history. He suffered several times from severe earthquakes, was a disputed territory and often passed from hand to hand. During the reign of the Roman Emperor Domitian in the walls of Hierapolis executed one of the 12 apostles — St. Philip. On the site of his execution in the IV-V centuries ad, Christians built a fortress, the remains of which are now in the territory of the city. The most striking sights of Hierapolis are one of the best preserved ancient theaters, equipped right in the mountain, a public toilet and the ruins of baths. The ancient inhabitants came up with a whole philosophy of purity: ablution procedures were performed slowly, so that people could enjoy every moment of purification of the soul, mind and body.