The last day...

The rainstorm came. It was fun to listen to the sound of the wind and the shower in the hut we were sleeping.

I like this nice picture of Nazli reminiscent of Bjork's Isobel, taken while she was collecting the wet clothes hung outsite supposed to be dried.

Later on though, an other heavy rainstorm caught us on our way to the mountain and wet us down to our underwear.

. . .

I wish we could stay there long enough to be happy without the aid of any beer. And wish I could find some time to listen to Takk alone at the shore during the night.

We were already quite tired on our way back home. I slept all through the bus trip. And yeah, it was so cold when we returned back to Istanbul.