“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Day 154 – 5th October, Monday. Iskele and Girne.

Tony and Ange took us into Iskele and we had breakfast (chicken kebabs!) at in a local cafe before heading back to Girne where all the Tilletts had their hair cut by the visiting hairdresser. Ant’s wasn’t short I might add, but short enough that anyone would have thought a sulky Samson had entered the room! Looks way better and should at least stop me from resorting to the scissors-in-the-sleep treatment for a while.
Cathy was off out to line dancing rehearsals (big performance at a village festival on Tuesday) so, Ant, Derek and I had a couple of beers in the China Garden waiting for our takeaway. Which incidentally is way more expensive than in the UK – particularly as Pork is not common in a Muslim country.

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