I feel a bit sad that he had left but quickly realise I now have the whole of this tiny, little, cute place all to myself, the luxury! I continue to half ass search for jobs, shop at the market, read books, sleep in and go to the beach. The yachting jobs are becoming harder to find as the season draws to and end, and the thought of going back to work 17 hours a day makes me wither a little inside, I’m just not sure i can do it. The next thing I know I have almost been there two weeks, and I still don’t have a job.
I got out of crazy turkey town place as fast as I could. I barely even said goodbye to the kids, although the grandma did make a big deal of me leaving, she looked way to happy. I gave the nanny a big hug and said “I’ll see you soon” into her ear, she grinned, we both know it won’t be long til she’s gone too. I hop in the car and find it hard to contain my happiness as I bid adios to the past. That morning the grandma had slapped the youngest girl in the face because she drank out of an open bottle of water. It was horrible, the girl was screaming and crying and it was all inflicted by the person she loved. No wonder the kids use so much violence, it was used on them too much.
After travelling some 6 or 7 hours being picked up by a man holding my name at the airport seemed like a rather large novelty to a humble traveler like myself. I had never experienced such a luxury before. Tired but bubbly and full of high hopes we chat through google translate while he manages to weave the car through Turkish rush hour traffic.