Delightfully Turkish

For me the country of Turkey will forever be branded as three things, Lentil soup, long bus rides and ancient Greek ruins.  Seven days and this is all I come away with?  Not quite. Squatter toilets also make the list. Loved those. But in all sincerity, it was a hilarious, entertaining, educating and sometimes bland tasting trip. I hope these pictures speak to you.

Same plane mate. What are the odds of that?

The Metro in Istanbul. What a rad city.

Assos. This was THE most gorgeous place ever.

The rain in Spain fell mainly on the plain, but the rain in Ephesus fell mainly on me. I felt what I imagine the Gryffindor quidditch team must have felt in book three when they play, I think Ravenclaw, in the pouring rain. We. were. soaked. There was no escape from the downpour. If my rather dry looking clothes deceive you into thinking I am exaggerating, just know it was too wet to take any pictures after this point.

Karaoke! At  a place called "The Golden Oldies." Excluding our group of 15 rowdy YSAs, everyone in the place were over 40 year old cruise ship people having a night in the city. Here we were singing "Lady Marmalade." (Not my choice, I promise). Later Natalie (girl on the right end) and I sang "Walk like an Egyptian." Badly on my part.  

Greek temple in Ephesus. 

I used the force to elevate this car above my head.