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... that followed I was try&#305;ng to get the goat back on &#305;ts leadto the place where &#305;t should be the other goat kept try&#305;ng to mount &#305;t and me and then &#305;t kept eat&#305;ng all the flowers &#305;t was too funny &#305;n the end luck&#305;ly the man came back and they had a comedy half hour try&#305;ng to get them back &#305;n there own sheds.<br><br>Ian was talk&#305;ng to the men &#305;n the bar from the n&#305;ght ...

... 305;t of land r&#305;ght next to the beach. A man came out to meet us shak&#305;ng hands w&#305;th the tax&#305; dr&#305;ver and the engl&#305;sh teacher who also taught h&#305;s son badly lol. In the garden there where 3 goats a rabb&#305;t and 2 mean look&#305;ng dogs we agreed a pr&#305;ce 18 engl&#305;sh pounds a n&#305;ght for the both of us and thats that th&#305;s &#305;s now where we are stay&#305;ng &#305;ts too funny for words but really supr&#305;s&#305;ngly clean and the ...

... out the walk was a mere training exercise for what was to come the following day as we staggered seven kilometres up a mountain to see the Acropolis sounding even worse than the battered Renault 12s that asthmatically spluttered past us. Even the cab drivers at the top applauded us when we arrived and told us how impressive a climb that was. <br><br>Note to Tania, next year on my birthday can we just go to the beach please????

... and hope a massage would relax my knotted, hunched shoulder muscles. The next day was a much nicer day. Sunny and somewhat warm, even. I rounded the acropolis hill to the west this time. There was a highway running north, and between it and the steepness of the hill a narrow band of cultivation and a stream. I crossed both, and headed up to a crest that ran to the north away from the acropolis hill. On the ridge of the hill were ...

... never a sight of one, as I had seen in Australia. I was reminded that the identifying scar on Odysseus was from a boar's tusk to his foot. And, this man's face. I've never seen anything like it. The skin was like parchment--of many colors: brown, gray, red, maybe black. Talk about weather beaten. I wish I had asked to take his picture. But I was somewhat intimidated. While he was being told that I was an American and "my story," such as it was and they understood ...

so, mal wied** eine story. Ich bin ja jetzt in P**gamon und schau mir den Grund fu** s P**gamon Museum an. In d** Tu**kei sind die eintrittspreise fu** auslaend** leid** horrend (das doppelte d** ueb**nachtung), also bin ich ueb** den zaun und habs mir kostenlos angeschaut. Auf dem Rueckweg fragt mich dann d** Guard nach dem Ticket eidiweil ** weiss ja das ich am eintritt nicht gezahlt habe. Ich hab natu**lich ...

... that he pulled the triple kiss on the cheek with Jeff - a common custom among best friends in Turkey. A tiny shop serving only Doner sandwiches for one dollar during lunch was even more hospitable with the whole family attending to our every need, maintaining a proper conversation with us over our lunch, and even inviting us to have tea with them later in the day where they connected to us on Facebook. During this lunch we also met a young businessman ...

... processed our papers and then told us to how to get everything done by customs and immigration. All of the officials were very pleasant and helpful. In an hour we were legally able to leave Turkey. However we didn't want to go till Thursday so headed back to the boat and kept a low profile for 24 hours (well, except for a few pints in the "No Problem" anyway). On Thursday we arrived on the Greek Island of Khios to gales, rain and the Greek Easter of which more in the next blog.

... seemed like the ruins were just ahead but the road kept winding around the hill and it began to rain harder. About 45 minutes later, we reached the top, soaking wet. We huddled in a little souvenir shop and drank tea for a bit before exploring the two thousand year old city. The highlight is the Temple of Trajan with its giant columns, but the city is also home to the Alter of ...

... I passed many sweeping hills, meadows and farmlands in yellows and greens. Also passed many water saturated fields where rice was growing. Saroz is a beautiful place, quiet and relaxing, I mostly ate, slept and swam all of the weekend but not in that particular order and again I took an extra day off from work to enjoy Turkey's Agean Sea a little longer. Saroz sits ...