We come from a land down under

We are driving up out of Goreme with the rising sun, surrounded by hot air balloons, the Final Countdown blasting out of the newly fixed stereo. We are passing all the places Juan and I visited yesterday on the moped. The air is cool and tingly on our skin. And, far from feeling sad the trip ends tomorrow, I am 'splody with happiness. Time in these last few days has turned to warm golden caramel. Every moment is drawn-out and delicious. I'm not ready to leave Dragoman, but I'm going to enjoy every last damn minute left.