7/8/2000
Sel¨uk, 9:07pm.

Today has been a very long day. Wrote up stuff on Bergama (see up).

9:55pm, Ejday Restaurant, Sel¨uk.

Otvey. 43 today, 45 tomorrow. Run out of room in my other notebook.

Lots of hassles today - Fraser conned into following guy to small, hot bus instead of ticket office for usual bus lines to Sel¨uk. Lots of touts in Sel¨uk, on bus and hassling us while Fraser was having a cigarette before heading to pension that German lady in last pension had told us about.

Fraser loves the cocker spaniel here at the Siesta Pension more than he loves me, and it has fleas. The pig latin thing really works except when Fraser mouths things under his breath then says, for example, 'ohhh, FUCK!' aloud.

7/9/2000
Beachside bar, Dereli Motel, Parmacak, 7:54pm.

We are such wankers. The sun sets over the Aegean, we eat and drink and enjoy it.

Finally got a swim. The Aegean seems warms and green. For once I really have an excuse for being the whitest person on the beach.

Finally saw Ephesus (Efes locally). 3km walk out of town in the (45 degree) heat, once we'd figured out where we were going.

Wandered through the ruins for hours, and if you timed it right you could explore without hearing any of the 1,876,347 tourists from the cruise ship. [ stupid Sea Princess and her cargo of dumb rich tourists ]

Rm 18, 11:13pm.

Going to the disco - apparently we can just walk down the beach til we hit it. The guy next door has a quite incredible snore.

[As it turns out, it wasn't a disco unless you were a guest of the attached hotel, and it was full of eurotrash parents and young teenagers, but hey, we got a free drink. Very young boy also working as barman, looked about 12 and already a wanker. Fraser was sick when we got back, which in hindsight was probably the first intimation that he is susceptible to heat stroke after the day in the heat at Efes.]