Turkey, Day 10.1

I've talked a lot about the ancient ruins thus far, even about flowers but as yet, nothing about people. People will know I am a people watcher and my kids will know that I am always likely to have a name or two for people. This holiday is no exception.

There are few people in the hotel whom I have named. One, a chap, thought to be Russian who is sporting a pony tail. He is Francis Ruski. Rocking all over the world, eh? 🎸

The second is a woman with long blonde hair, who I have named Loretta, due to her over inflated lips. Named after Loretta Swit. That is probably doing her a disservice though, as this woman's lips look something akin to a baboons arse! Defo a lip job gone wrong in my book. 👄

There's also an old guy who looks like Pete Townshend. It can't be him though, as he didn't bat an eyelid when I sang The Kids Are Alright whilst we waited by the toast machine 😁

This morning we were joined at breakfast by 4 Hells Angels. A mixture of Polish and Russian. Big bald geezers covered in tattoos and sporting HA t-shirts. I had my Biker Dad t-shirt on, so they know I'm a biking brother. 🏍

There are a lot of Polish/Russian punters here. English are probably the next. Though we did have some Northerners earlier in the week, accents now seem to be southern. There's a  number of Germans too. A lot of the shopkeepers address you in German, those that don't first ask where are you from.