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Nigel and Joke escape for a quick spell of R&R and some Turkish sun.

 

Skewed globish has arrived in Turkey.

We take a nighttime tour of Marmaris ... the place is jumping!

We considered a stroll through the old bazaar, but decided to pass on being accosted by aggressive salesman.

Essentially accurate ... but the same can be said of Santa Claus, the Boogey Man, and the Cookie Monster (to say nothing of the Tooth Fairy).

We take in the Old Town

The castle is where the "In Crowd" are to be found - but our aged knees quailed at the thought of all those steps.

The Orient should not try to ape the Occident (or vice versa), it always ends in disaster.

We follow some Trendy Young People to the Marina

There is a different restaurant or bar every five steps ....

People hang out in their boats, offering private trips to the islands.

LEDs and fountains, what a wildly unsustainable combo.

The other participants in our Late Night tour of Marmaris follow us across the bridge into the posh area of the marina.

Joke ponders some up-market swimwear.

Windsor, Brighton, Marmaris ..... Brighton????

"Live long and prosper"

Looks as though the locals were expecting an air raid at any minute

Young people with just a little blood in their alcohol systems.

We arrived at our pre-arranged rendezvous and wait for the tour guide to show up.

Nigel is clearly into the spirit of the thing.

So back poolside, very little continues to happen

We slide back into the shade, to avoid all those good rays.

Joke checks out Nigel's shiny new e-reader

Evening rolls around, and we settle in for some good nosebag.

The guests trickle out into the pool area, and wait for the dinner bell.

Oooh goody - Dutch evening! (the highlight was definitely the pancakes).

We take the hotel shuttle bus to the city centre and stand around admiring the laser light show in a fountain.

Ooops - Joke has discovered a shoe shop ... this could take a while.

What are the odds?

This Nigel bloke must be some sort of business heavyweight.

Sewer outlet into a bay with a narrow opening to the sea .... sounds like a microbiological recipe for disaster.

We normally skipped lunch, but there were a few days when we weakened and purchased a bread roll (filled with tuna) and chips ..... Joke had the chips (she'll kill me when she reads  this).

Departure day .... and Joke searches in vain for a cup of coffee at the crack of sparrow fart.

Launch?

Nobody is up yet, we seem to be the first.

This appears to mean that you can't reserve a sunbed by laying your towel on it overnight.

.... but clearly some of our fellow guests cannot read ... or they are just selectively dyslexic

Oooh - I love a good Peam!

Anyway, the coach was a couple of minutes down the road when our Turkish guide discovered that he had forgotten someone at our hotel, so back we went.

This gormless specimen had set his alarm wrongly .... talk about "Mr Popular" when he climbed on the bus. The twit didn't even have the good grace to apologize, in fact he seemed to find it all very funny.

Doesn't appear to be firing on all cylinders.

Forest fire on Chios

Ah well, nothing to be done .... onwards to Hamster Jam. By bye sun, warmth, lazy days!