Day 14-17. Good Byes.

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APRIL FUCKING FOOL. Sorry Nick.
He walks right into the jug-of-water-balanced-on-top-of-the-door-fall-on-your-head trick.
We put a devil lady's face from a magazine inside the un-lit wood-burning stove in preparation for him to go to make a fire and come across the devil looming at him from the shadows. (Unfortunately during the day it spontaneously self-combusts, scaring the life out of Jake and me while Nick just looks at us like we've gone stark raving bonkers).
We hide his glasses inside a kite hanging from the ceiling. Evening comes and he innocently takes out his contacts, blindly fumbling around the house, feeling for where he left his glasses, convinced he's lost them. Feeling a bit cruel, I grab them and put them on while he's clanging about into the bathroom. He emerges, unable to see more than a few feet in front of him but hearing our hysterical laughter, demanding to know WHERE WE HAVE FUCKING HIDDEN THEM. THIS IS NOT FUNNY GIRLS. Screams of laughter from us as he tries to stomp over, crashing into the table, searching in the fridge we're standing right next to and shouting right at my too-blurry face, oblivious to the position of his glasses on the end of my nose.

We carry on our days of creating secret seating areas in the rocks, and loving making sculptures and paintings out of things we've found in the garden, picking up an old right-angle of mangled broken plastic pipe 'ohhh wow, that's a nice bit of pipe'. Carefully lining up a pile of rocks, 'this is my nice blue rock and this is my nice red rock and this is my nice rock with lots of holes in it and this is my nice rock with something growing out of the side of it and this is my nice rock that I want to climb inside of and this is my nice rock that is just nice, isn't it, don't you think it's nice?' Jumping in excitement at the discovery of a rusting, metal, 1mx0.4m rectangle that really has ' just SOMETHING so good about it doesn't it?... But actually oh my god it's sooo beautiful like it is lets just hammer it into the middle of the garden.'

Our final day. 7am breakfast routine, fresh fruit and muesli and home-made yoghurt from Mustafa's village and mmmmm Turkish coffee. Dramatic finale to the horse-dog-walking. Maya chases something down the river bank, dragging Jake on her arse through the reed. Horton to follow, leaps into the river, not quite sure how to move in water so decides JUMPING IS the best way to tackle it. JUMP. THROUGH. THE. RIVER. ALL. AROUND. THE. RIVER. Soaking everyone. Nick is yanked all over the place as he desperately clings to the end of Horton's chain while trying to pull Jake pulling the lead pulling Maya away from potential river-rat and everyone in river disaster. I can't help you because I'm paralysed with laughter SORRY GUYS.
Our sculptures are finished off and we spend the afternoon in gorgeous sunshine at the beach. Awkward-sized pebbles and medium-sized waves and un-predictable placing of slippery stones on sea-bed, walking from beach to sea like someone keeps kicking us in the back of the knees and trying to disguise falling as an enthusiasm for sitting in shallow water.
A lot of the villagers around Assos live on the first floor of their houses, with the animals living below them on on the ground floor, helping to heat the house. They grow all of their own food and work consists mainly of looking after animals or land. Materially, they have very little, yet they are SO happy. It seems like we've gone very wrong somewhere in the UK.
Metin takes us to a little local fishermens' beach cove for dinner. A table is set on the beach for us and we have champagne and a beautiful last meal. The water is still, it is so peaceful, and the light is incredible as the sun goes down and it rains over the sea in the distance.



Overnightbloodybus back to Istanbul. Too uncomfortable and craving sleep to bother to lift my hand and double check what airport our flight leaves from, so at 6am, half-asleep, we make our way from the coach station to the airport we flew into. After lazing around on an airport sofa for a few hours waiting for check-in to open, I go to text flight details to home and obviously we're at the wrong airport, the one we're supposed to be at is on the opposite side of the city, on another bloody continent. A real palaver (Jake's favourite word we've said that doesn't exist in America). Luckily we have 5 hours to our flight.. Say our sad goodbyes to Jake and spend 3 hours venturing across Istanbul (notorious for it's horrendous traffic jams), trying to co-ordinate metros and busses and over-priced taxis. We were overwhelmed by the kindness of people who approached us at different lost points during our journey and didn't just point us in the airport direction but drew us maps and helped us carry our cases and listed bus numbers and specific locations, repeating until they were sure we understood. So many Thank You's/'Teşekkür Ederim's to the lovely people of Turkey.

Something about the lives we've observed and been invited into and the amphitheatre discovery and the mind-blowing views from the temple and the stupidly huge sky of stars we've watched and the animals we've met all help to confirm our existing, growing beliefs that the world at home is fucked, actually. And That. Is. That. We'll need to learn how to build our own self-sufficient house and garden in the forest, (and then actually build it, and fucking hurry up about it). And we should trade and share in the skills each person has and not in money. We should probably wake at sunrise and sleep when we're tired. Note, some other things that would be useful: which wild plants are edible, how to make and shoot a bow & arrow.

I feel like I've used amazing, incredible, fantastic, beautiful, delicious, MIND-BLOWING too many times to describe the last 16 days. So I'll just say they've been really CUNTING good and be done with it. We'll never ever forget our first workaway experience, and staying in the safe-house of someone who transpired to be along the lines of powerful Turkish mafia probable drug-lord something or other, with 'people' after him. Wish I could write a little more about what happened, but it's probably best not to.

CHEERS Turkey thank you for everything.

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