We had a very lazy day by the pool and even missed lunch as we prepared ourselves for a haggling expedition in Gumbet
We suggested to our new best friends that we should hop on a dolmus but they assured us that they had been to turkey many times and never needed to step foot in one before and didn't see the need to start now
Taxi to Gumbet was a short affair but it was another experience in itself. we saw a baby sandwiched between baba driving and muma pillion on a scooter on the main road, now I'm all for attachment parenting as Laura and Amelia will testify but surely the risk of that far outweighs the benefits. A whole new meaning to feeding on demand.
A lorry just stopped dead in the road and started a 3 point turn and our taxi just kept going, it was like a game of chicken, fortunately our taxi won.

It started the minute we stepped out if the taxi, the shop keepers trying to drag us in to buy their immitation wares
Our new best friend Jackie was on a real high, ready for the haggling challenge. About 20 minutes into the first negotiation of the night you could see the veins pumping on the forehead of her husband Steve.
This tiny little welsh lady against a Turkish silver back. She won ... His children won't eat tonight!
And she won again again and again. Most shop keepers came out to shake her husbands hand, wiping their brows and shaking their heads!
One commented that he would never be poor 'your wife strikes a hard bargain'.
I drooled into a handbag shop stroking a different one on every shelf ... Maybe not the best idea when wanting to haggle!
I put 4 bags down ... Only 1 for me!... He got out his calculator ... I nearly genuinely fell through the floor! I stood ready to leave ,.... 'No no no come back', I apologised and said if I knew they were that expensive I wouldn't have even looked in the first place.
He took one sway and replaced it with a different one I liked and dropped the price by £30 .... No no no ... I really don't want to haggle, I see you have given a good price but I don't want to try and beat you down, so I get up again and he drags me by the hand and sits me down for a second time , drops the price by £40 a d throws in a purse.... No no no really it's ok please yju will sell them at that price to someone else they are lovely bags.... I stand up vikki moves in between him and me points to the door and tells me 'walk, just walk'. The guy almost crying said ok ok and I pay less than half if his starting price.
It was purely unintentional , I was happy to leave the shop to buy from a cheaper cheap bag shop, happy with my gifts though and happy with my new winter bag.
I clearly had the best bargain of the expedition ... We waited outside shops while Jackie continued along shop street, by now I'm growing annoyed with the ' hello me old china, Newcastle, London, Birmingham' comments ... As if hearing the name of your football team will make you enter their shop and hand over your sterling... 3 lira to the pound enables a princely lifestyle on holiday here.
Jackie bartered hard and got some bargains... Fortunately her husband Steve is a retired paratrooper who has seen action all over the world, 'oh yes' he said 'she's like this all over the world, lovely boy, even in asda she try's it', he is used to carrying a parachute on his back a rifle and kit on his back so he managed her many bags well.
He suffers from arthritis in his neck and shoulder, from jumping out of planes and aiming a gun I asked 'no, lovely boy, I didn't get it til long after I retired, I think it's shopping with Jackie that done it'.
' I also have tinnitus' .... I nod and say 'yes if course from firing guns?' .... 'No, lovely boy, from Jackie moaning'.
They are a lovely couple married 40 years, poor man.
So I said 'where to now we going in a minute' for those of you with welsh connections you will know exactly what I said. For those of you that haven't please visit South Wales and just listen.
We headed off to tempo bar and had some of gumbets finest slow fast food
Pity we were here in the evening and bit morning as we could of had full English for £2.90!
Vikki and I ordered Beyti kebab which was a minced spiced lamb kebab cooked then wrapped in thin bread with spivey tomato sauce on top with a serving of Sheeps yoghurt to cool it all down.
A different waiter brought us our food and when he put mine down he said 'ah you are more Turkish than me' I giggled and said 'I'm a little bit Turkish' in Turkish .... He said 'I'm Kurdish'
Oh no! My smile disappears, we're not gonna get out if here alive!
The Kurds have suffered at the hands of the Turkish and they are regarded much like we regard Eastern Europeans at a run down UK seaside resort.
Oops I comment that Kurdish people are not well treated by Turkish but he assured me that it's not like 15 years ago 'we are all brothers now'. Thank goodness, I would have been most disappointed, in the after life, if that had been my last meal!