No Man/Woman is an Island….

I’m sitting in a picture-perfect Greek anchorage.  There’s a small beach with a taverna on the hillside and behind us a tiny island, all cliffs and scrub with the tiniest white-washed church with a congregation made up entirely of goats.  All lined up along the shaded side with their bells clanging away when they move.…

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Talking Turkey

When we arrived in Turkey and flew south to Dalaman we flew perilously close to snow covered peaks as we descended into the heart of the Turquoise coast of Turkey.  Annoyed at the cost of a taxi we caught the bus as the daylight softened into evening.  We drove through towns with mosques so different…

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