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That's vikki rolled up in the cover like a cigara borek.... (Crumbled feta and parsley rolled in filo)
Wondered why I felt a little chilli in the night.
Well our last night at yashi beach so we just had a couple drinks with Jackie and Stephen after supper ... We have all agreed to stay in touch and promised we will make arrangements to visit each other and maybe do a weekend in Tenby together. I can't wait til they move to benidorm as only good people or wild horses would get me there again.
I think without them our holiday would have been good, enjoyable and fun but they made it a scream! We must have covered every subject under the sun, in conversation, it wasn't always amusing... Sometimes the conversation was serious, interesting and even sad at times, but never just 'passing the time' type of conversation... We wanted to know about them, what they had experienced, where they had been and what they have done and do.... And I think they thought the same of us.
Yes we have met life long friends that we will make every effort to keep in touch with, and remembering this holiday they will always be a big part if the good memories. The memories of The pain in the base if my spine every time I sit or lay, the swelling and pain in my ankles and feet from the bites, the dirty mouldy first room and the fear of being stuck in the first hotel for a week have all faded to nothing, but I still have a recurring pain in my ribs,every time I think of the welsh pair, from the laughter we made between the four of us.
Bloody typical, our last night, we could never get a drink at the hotel bar at 2 minutes past 23.00 hrs, tonight three Turks get to have a lock in! Til 2am! Is it still a lock in if it is an outdoor pool bar?
So all we can hear is muffled conversation followed by laughter and the clink of glasses... Oh yes they also get real glass glasses! Not the plastic ikea equivalents that you cut your mouth on! No they get glasses
Anyway up at 3 to get transfer at 4!
4.30 the bus arrives and waving frantically at us us a man we met on the journey from airport to hotel! They had a great time, their hotel was amazing, the staff couldn't do enough for them, spotlessly clean amazing food, entertainment every night!
Pah!
I turned to vikki halfway through the hour journey and said 'we need to keep away from them at the airport.... I'll kill him'
Now I don't travel well ... I cannot be responsible for myself by the time we get to the airport let alone for my actions when pushed to the limit by some happy chappy from Devon at 5am! Just don't speak to me unless I speak to you, even my 10 year old niece will vouch for my humanity bypass prior to a flight!
They queued behind us at baggage check ... His wife is annoying me now, we don't want to know about your frigging fabulous holiday we had one ourselves just minutes ago! No we don't want to know you have the shuts from the tiny chillis you decided to try last night after avoiding them all week, actually thank you for telling us that ... We can then avoid the loo on the plane that you use.
It could be worse.
1.15 hours into our queue we were distracted, from watching intently the speed at which people were moving through to security, by a large party of 6 and their sudden strange sounds and movement then one of them run to get a wheelchair, more panicked loud words, you can't help looking... Lady probably early 60's like an ironing board across the wheelchair colourless, mouth wide open and eyes I can only describe as dead.
They screamed for a doctor who was there in minutes... They were massaging her heart as we moved to security and only 2 of her party were on the plane. I have never been so keen to get home as I was right then to see and speak to my loved ones, I realise now that text message, Facebook and even phone calls are not enough if they are the last.
Surely we will loose Devons past security, no such luck, he wants my advice on fags.. 'I don't smoke' 'nor do I' he said 'I'm taking them back to sell'
I move quickly past vikki who is browsing 'have you got Walmart you want? Good lets get out of here!'
We buy breakfast ... Reminiscent of a motorway services... Barely edible but captive audience so inflated prices. Our simple toasted sandwich breakfast was more costly than 2 bottles of raki or 600 cigarettes!
Vikki pops up to the smoking area ... Yes how civilised, I almost wished I still smoked to experience it although I didnt feel strong enough to join her passively. And who should turn up... Devons.... I dropped very in subtle hints about feeling faint, sick and nervous but he still didn't shut up! He did offer me a chewing gum uttering 'I suffer from bad breath you k ow' ... No s*** Sherlock you don't say! Maybe if you stopped clearing and swallowing the mucus from the back of your nose and throat and blew your nose instead your breath might not smell so bad.
Vikki did a good job if shielding me from him at the gate... I say with my head between my knees with my head covered in Islamic respect by my cashmere pashmina ... I looked up momentarily and he is us waving his boarding card at me asking which seats??? Vikki answered on my behalf as I'm not allowed the responsibility of such things this close to flying.
31.... 'Yay! 31 as well... What letter ?' I turn to vikki almost crying.... And just said no over and over. Fortunately they were the other side of the aisle, good job too as I may not have got on the plane.
We lost them on the long Long long long walk to passport control, unfortunately my swollen knees ankles snd feet combined with inflamed bites prevented me from donning my flight stockings (attractive, american tan, very tight knee high socks for those if you who have not yet dabbled in the S and M of air travel yet) so I couldn't walk too well or at a normal pace because by now my lower legs resembled elephant legs .... Red elephant legs... but he found me again by the carousel. Devon whistled me! Yes whistled me! Trained so well by my one and only husband I turned to look towards the whistle ... 'Your cases are off, they came off first' . I thought ... And your point is? After all the cases came out, we're not reunited with their owners, and just went back round ... It's a carousel that's what they do ... Go round and round until something gets on or gets off.
I had regained humanity once the plane landed so I smiled and simply said thank you. We ran from the terminal.
After all that I would recommend yashi beach ortakent as a fantastic holiday destination if you want to holiday where the Turkish holiday if you want to holiday with Brits go to Gumbet.
So that's the end dear readers. Thank you for taking the time to read and also for the comments. We will post proper photos on Facebook once we are back in the swing if real life. If anyone wants the dirty pictures please private message me... Oi oi I mean the pictures if the first hotel.
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Maureen I'm going to miss your daily blog Sarah, really amusing (except for the poor lady at the airport)! X
Suntanned Sarah Thank you Maureen ... You should do one when your at the caravan! Yes poor lady I like to think she is alive and well in a Turkish hospital x
Shaz Hewitt Cheers for the smiles Sez...Excellant blog..xxxx.. :)
Suntanned Sarah Thanks shaz x