Adalar

I was torn from my dream this morning by a barrage of foreign tongues. Raif, who takes pleasure in implementing creative strategies of waking us up, "accidently" turned the television set (broadcasting in Turkish) to full volume. After the abrupt start, however, we spent the rest of the day relaxing. We took a ferry to Buyuk Ada (one of the princes' islands). While on the island we took a very enjoyable horse carriage ride despite the less than pleasant aroma of the "shit sack." The horses nearly lugged us all the way to the the highest point on the island, but they stopped because at a point nearly a kilometer from the top of the island, the road gets significantly steeper. In order to reach the very top, we had to hike. Our laborious trek up the steep road paid off when we saw the view. A small chapel sits alone atop the hill. Before we went inside, though, we had to fully cover our legs. I first tried to cover mine with a skirt before a Turkish man suggested that unless I was Scottish, I had better where the pants that were hanging right next to them. A man also yelled at me for taking photos. Outside the chapel, two little boys were holding ice cream cones. One of the boys dropped his cone on the other boys neck. Hande and I found this hilarious. On the boat ride back there was an old man trying to sell potato peelers. He just started talking loudly and telling jokes. He gave a little presentation and to my surprise, almost everyone bought  one. We even bought one. Dinner was also excellent again. (I will ad photos later)