charming children...with guns..
finally Celtec Byzantine abbey
and then there appeared a donkey who seemed to have a certain affection for Mums bus
who was owned by a shepherd....who despite being in the middle of absolutely nowhere in nomansland, promptly spoke English, asked where I was from and informed me he worked for his brother for 5 years in Charminster in his kebab place....small world?
big dogs ensure no messing and docile sheep...
the lady who beckoned me to follow whilst hunting for a church...led me to a door, unlocked it with I thinking I was about to see something hidden from everyday tourists eyes. To then discover it was in fact her bedroom and she wanted to show me her box of medicine and some money to aid its replenishment...I smiled and gave, hustled by an old lady
Derinkuyu
it's a long way 7 floors down...
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