We've been in Turkey for 5 days and it's been good. Our coach load of people are a fairly similar band of newly retired people interested in seeing antiquities on the cheap.
Well we're not all newly retired. One of us is 97. Her name is Mary and she lives in Bath. She is tiny, wears tight pink trousers and has a sharp sense of humour. This is is her first organised trip, before she has always had travelling companions but her latest has died. "I am looking", she said, "for an old gentleman with a motor caravan". Meanwhile she's with us.
Turkey is full of antiquity and the natives are friendly and have a good sense of humour. Why didn't we disscover it before? Our education was so based on a Greco-roman heritage and we were ignorant of the wider (and earlier) influences. I shall rabbit on about this continuously, be prepared