Goodbye Dinner

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We had a very nice last supper together at a banquet hall hidden out back off the alley behind the Istanbul Best Western.  A bunch of Japanese were leaving when we arrived, so we had the place to ourselves. 

The Turkish food was great, as usual.  But everybody in this picture is hoping oh please, oh please, just bring us some hamburgers and French fries.  Maybe even Wendy.

Mete hugged everybody goodbye, as is traditional in Turkey.

Visions of a meal without skewers through the meat danced in their heads.

Our bus driver.  His name isn't really Saddam Hussein.  It's Mr. Celal Imre, and he did an absolutely fantastic job the entire trip.  Safe, reliable, courteous, indeed.

Our guide; Mete Mutluay.  He made the trip a success.  Great job, Mete!  We all have our passports, we all have our tickets, we all have our money, we could hear you loud and clear, you weren't boring us, and we never missed a thing.

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