Following yesterday's quasi-mutiny, there was a palpable air of nervousness around the coach this morning as we waited for Doner Trump to make her appearance.
Dispensing with her usual morning monologue about what her great grandparents received as wedding gifts, she instead went straight into an anecdote about some Norwegians on a previous tour who, despite the fact that that it was raining in on them while they were seated on the bus, merely raised their umbrellas and had a jolly good Nordic chuckle.
And the moral of this convoluted tale was this:
If you complain about things, you'll never enjoy your holiday. Stop complaining.
Clearly this thinly veiled rebuke was intended to quell any further ideas of mutiny.
Of course, by now, most of us have given up listening to her (either as a means of self preservation or simply due to misplaced hearing aids). She could announce her intention to purchase Greenland and the majority of the coach would be none the wiser.....
But coming so early in the day and combined with the undercurrent of fear following yesterday's rebellion, it hit home.
And worse was to come. In an act of the purest malice, we were taken first to the Jewellery Makers Centre and then straight on to the Leather Showroom, where we endured a 'fashion show' .
By now, several members of our group were openly weeping. ( JB and I, having discovered the complimentary raki table remained relatively unscathed.)
After a very subdued lunch, we drove around the outside of the Treasures of Ephesus and not one voice was raised in dissent.
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