Consequently, we were proudly served with a plate of chips with tomato sauce. So now we're in a different cafe, after an actual meal. Twice people have mistaken Fraser and I for brother and sister and twice I've been jokingly called Chinese. Something I totally failed to mention earlier is that I get stared at a lot, sometimes to the point of feeling harassed. Also, Turkey is full of street and domestic cats - you could trace generations of street cats in Sultanahmet.
Whole streets stop and nudge each other to have a look.
One guy crapped on about my milky skin, but maybe he was just trying to sell us something. Bus to Canakkale. Stayed in noisy pension. Dinner and drinks with Abdul. The hotel we were staying at turned out to get all the noise of the nearby clubs.