We had a go at going on a shopalopathon, but looked instead of shopped. Which is just as well, I am strangely attracted to the ugly ceramic cats.
We didn't even buy these fabulous undies.
Or this... stuff. (though I did buy a Christmas ornament for my mum in this shop. Expect a Christmas Squirrel coming your way, Mum).
And we saw some 'feed the birds, tuppence a bag'.
Then Jess and Jamie went for a Bosphorus cruise and I went home to organise my stuff and to go to the post office. I was suffering from lack of sleep and may have had a few bouts of tears over ridiculous things (but not, surprisingly, the fact that the parcel post part of the post office closed early and was shut by the time I got there and now I have a lot of things to carry to Bucharest. Yes, Bucharest. I bought a train ticket this morning for 10pm tonight. Why am I not going to Ismir with Asima any more? Her ferry from Ismir is no longer going to Alexandria, so she is no longer going to Ismir. I will have to come back to Turkey in the future to go and visit Ephesus. [I may have cried a little at the sudden and unexpected loss of my truck.])
I have the sudden conviction that I should have bought a ticket to Sofia instead of Bucharest.
2 comments:
Never fear, you and I shall visit Ephesus together and it shall be glorious.
Huzzah, I await the day in breathless anticipation and direct your attention to this:
http://www.dragoman.com/holidays/details/istanbul-to-cape-town-via-namibia
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