Kusadasi

 Here we are then, on the outskirts of the seaside town of Kusadasi.

Remarkably, today was a free day. No coach trip, and thus we're all on a knife-edge wondering if Doner's daughter ( very very intelligent) will get her scholarship in the USA (very very good college)

Actually, there was a trip, to Doner's home town of Izmir, but as it was optional, only eight people were sufficiently broken to sign up. (Obviously, we feel for them, but ultimately it's  a far better thing etc..)

As for the rest of us, I confess we're all a bit stir crazy. The hotel is lovely and right next to the beach. (Although you are greeted by some fairly dubious statuary as you enter...)

Apparently they're not boobies strapped to         her front, but are, in fact, bull's testicles.            (Turkish stonemasons eh? What will                             they think of next?.....)

Refusing to be put off  by the filthy figurine, JB and I decided that a stroll along the promenade would be just the ticket.

And, guess what? It was!............

Its back to the grind tomorrow as we embark on the 5 hour journey to Marmaris and the ferry back to Rhodes.